The Last Of The Just Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

He's mine,The Almighty Lucian is now mine. * * Hi guys, we finally end this story, Thanks so much for your support. The last series is coming soon, Just thirty chapters and I will round this book up once and for all. thanks once again.

"He could have ruled beside us." "He chose betrayal instead." Emma's eyes burned with anger. "My father chose justice." Edward laughed softly. "Justice?" "Justice is written by whoever survives." Ross interrupted. "If you think we're handing over the master drive, you're wasting your time." Another pause. Then Edward replied, "Oh, Agent Ross..." "I don't need you to hand it over." "You've already brought it to me." Those words sent a chill through everyone. Emma instinctively touched the inside pocket of her jacket.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

I want to say thank you. Actually, writing "The Last Confessor" wasn't an easy one, combining writing with school activities has really been tedious, but because of the passion I have for writing, quitting never came as an option, the vision i had for writing " The Last Confessor" kept me on track. My inspiration for writing "The Last Confessor" came from my background as a son of a king seeing my father operating his kingdom, the ups and downs experienced by my father that gave me a huge inspiration writing the just concluded story.

He paused for a moment to let the words sink in. "She was never sick. Everything was staged—all to steal Viola's last chance at survival! You're all fools! Who treats an outsider like royalty, while your own daughter and mate withers in front of you?" Jeremy's words struck like a silver blade, twisting deep. And the worst part? He was right. We were all blind fools! "Here's the proof!" He threw a pile of documents at me. Charlie and Wendy stood behind me, barely able to breathe from the pain.

"Do you think they will make it?" "I doubt it," Rosa said as she lowered her head, "The Cresent Moon Pack is much larger and stronger. Alpha Tristan is ruthless, and the only way for his reign to come to end is if their son doesn't follow in his footsteps. He needs to let go of grudges and live a happier and more peaceful life. I feel sorry for the Full Moon Pack." "Well, you came from there, so there was some good within that pack." "That's because everyone lives in fear. Everyone is good. It's just the way Alpha Tristan runs the pack. Everyone fears, so they work harder. No one is truly happy. That's why Sasha and I left when we had the chance."

You'd better apologize to her later when she and her family arrive, and be a good hostess! I glanced at the words 'Jemma's Kitchen' printed on the packaging, and moved my body away from Steven. "It's fine. I've already eaten." Besides, I didn't eat leftovers. Just an hour ago, Jenny flaunted how she was eating dinner with Steven on social media. "Woah, I almost died in that accident! Steven and I are having dinner to recover from the shock!" The location? Jemma's Kitchen, of course. Steven didn't seem to hear what I said and started to lay out the food in front of me.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

"He's my greatest achievement." hey guys! that's the end of the book! thankyou so much for getting this far! thankyou so much for all the love and support and sweet comments. from the bottom of my heart, I appreciate each and everyone of you. till the next book, bye!❤️

Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean. The sunlight felt wonderful. I'd already received what was rightfully mine. I could finally throw away the very last remnant of my old life.