The Last Man Novels & Stories

his eyes suddenly turned gloomy. I sensed the sadness in them. Conrad who was beside him heaved a deep sigh. He looked away and spoke. "The last time we went here was to ask help from the Manhaks. However, they declined to give us a hand," he gritted his teeth. "Help?" I got curious and I wanted him to elaborate on his story.

"Here's the deal: Clear out the riff-raff, and bring all the ladies from this bar to me for some fun." "Who are you?" Layton's eyes narrowed. "Cut the chatter if you value your life." The man drew a combat knife, skewered a piece of fruit, and took a bite. "Follow my lead, or by tomorrow, Mendorra will be minus one Mr. Holt." Layton scoffed. "You think I'm scared? I've got an army of thousands. You're good, but are you 'beat thousands of men' good?" "Wow, that many?" The man feigned shock. "Terrifying!"

the last man said. "It's best we kill her so that the fucking moron will know that we are not fucking playing here!" The first man said angrily as he keeps pointing his gun at me. I bring my head down hugging Sky tightly. I was crying silently awaiting my fate. "I said put the gun away damnit!" I hear the last man yell making me look up slowly at them with my tears filled eyes. He is standing in front of the man that is pointing his gun at me. "She is not the one we came here for" he said

"Maze, not here-" But then, Kaownah's too late. "Maze!" I fired three times. Making sure that he won't live after hearing his supposed 'last words'. I slowly put the gun down before looking at Kaownah and he seemed shock upon seeing the look on my face. "M-maze." He called my name breathily. "His last words were, 'your husband will die no matter what'."I told Crimson and he looked surprised. Not only because of the man's last words but also because of the way I said it.

“What was that last part?” The man wailed, and King rolled his eyes. Fucking amateurs. “You going to tell me, or do I need to knock out a few teeth?” The man shook his head wildly. “No... no, don't!” “You want to talk, then?” “I can't! I don't know jack! I'm just the wheels man!” “So which one of you does know jack?” The man indicated with his chin to the guy at the end of the row. “Him!” “Thank you for your cooperation,” King said. He walked over to the other man now and glared at him. “Talk.”

" ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ "

said the last man, who looked like the leader amongst them. "I just said she looked pretty. I didn't say I would touch her unless she's down for it." he turned to look at her. Alison could imagine he was smirking behind the mask and tried desperately hard not to look disgusted. She guessed it wasn't successful cause she heard laughs from two men. The last man walked up to her pulling out a phone. She stared at her and then at the phone again. "She is the one, put the blindfold back on" The same man put the blindfold back, and she welcomed the darkness once again. She couldn't hear any voices again, she was certain they were gone

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.