The Last Man Novels & Stories

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

greets a chubby man who has been watching me since I arrived. "Read it out loud, I want to know what that bald man wanted to leave" I order the fat man, his voice was very familiar to me and of course it was, he was the same one who called me to inform me that my father had died, the chemos were not enough, who would say that a man as powerful as him, would lose against cancer, but against cancer, anyone can lose, you must be god's favorite to be able to fight that crap. "As you order sir...To my dear Victor, I leave every one of my belongings which I specify below, the mansion in the United States, the residences in Spain, the hectares of the golf course in France—" the man is interrupted b

I said, my gaze fixed on the door. As the last man entered, he closed the door behind him with a soft click. I made my way to my feet, “You all did exceptionally well tonight. Whitney is safe, and Maddox took his last breath. Some of his men we secured, but some are still on the run. But we can expect them to join another group, if anyone will have them.”

Phil was approached by a young man who had light brown hair, was of average height and weight, and was of average height and weight. "I am José Grayson, the last of my line," he said. "I am the only one left in my family." "I am the only member of my family still alive." "As the one who will eventually take my place as Alpha, I beg of you to take my life if you must, but to spare my pack. Please don't take my life, but if you must, leave my pack alone. This wasn't the fight that happened between the two of them. Because of my uncle's misguided desire, I do not want them to suffer the consequences of his actions.

The man replied smilingly, “I’m the person guarding the last Infinity City. My job is to wait for the destined person to come so that we can travel back to the battlefield and resolve the final disaster.” “The final disaster?” James frowned. The man said, “You should leave. Although you’ve become stronger, it’s far from enough. I hope you’re strong enough to travel to the final battlefield with me the next time you return.” After speaking, the man disappeared from James’ sight. James shouted, “Can I ask for your name, Sir?” “You’ll find out sooner or later.” The man’s voice gradually faded. James stood on the city wall with a frown. He looked outside the city but could not see past the darkn

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

"Are you insane? We already broke up. Whether I date someone or not has nothing to do with you. And for the record, I met Ivy after we split. If you keep slandering her, don’t blame me for being ruthless. "Lastly, if you’re sick, go see a doctor. Don’t come here and make a scene." I took Ivy’s hand and prepared to leave. Elara stepped in front of me again. This time, there was a trace of pleading in her eyes. "Don’t go, okay? Victoria Lane isn’t human. She wants to kill the baby in my belly. I… I have no other way. Please. Help me, okay?" I looked at her with faint mockery. "Oh? I should help you? I’m just a jinx. What makes you think I can save you?"

As his canines reached her nape, she gave a toothy smile again, waiting for her own action, they said he who laughs the lasts always have the best laugh. Immediately he brought his canines near her artery, she swiftly took the knife that was on his belt pocket, she slammed it deep into his stomach, and she covered his mouth quickly, preventing him from screaming from the unexpected death impact she got him. As she watched the man widened his eyes in full surprise, she gave him another toothy smile. "He who laughs last, laughs best."

"You are the first man, Vector." Slowly, he walked closer till my body was glued to the glass wall, and he leaned to me, his fingers caressing my back, causing it to arch inward. "Say that again, Muñeca." I swallowed. "You are my first man, Vector." He leaned to my ear. "And the very last. I will be your last." "I want you to," I said, as he leaned to kiss the outline of my spine. I closed my eyes, my lips parting against the glass, the pleasure making a mess of my thoughts all over again.

My blood ran cold. “Call him.” My hands shook as I picked up my phone. I called Dante. Once.Twice.Ten times. No answer. I sent message after message. [Dante, help me. They said they will kill our child if you don’t pay.] [Please answer.] There was no reply. The man’s expression darkened. “So you really are not the one he love about.” He looked away in disgust. “We should have kidnapped that woman instead.” The next second, his foot slammed into my stomach.