The Last Of Us Novels & Stories

I contracted the zombie virus while protecting my squad during a mission to wipe out a horde. But my boyfriend and squad captain, Spencer Dawson, gave our only dose of the antidote to a teammate who got infected after sneaking out of camp. He claimed he couldn't play favorites. With tears in his eyes, he promised, "Trust me, Gemma. I'll get you another dose before the three days are up." I nodded as a burning pain spread through my body. The next day, he came back with another dose. But just as the needle was about to slide into my vein, Nora Pierce, a teammate who hadn't even left camp, suddenly winced. "My head really hurts... What if I'm infected?" Spencer immediately handed her th

It took me eight years to help my cellist wife, Selena Heart, overcome her isolation and self-destructive tendencies, survive multiple suicide attempts and finally make it to the Aurelian Hall in Valdena—a stage reserved for the world's finest performers. During her darkest year, she could barely hold her bow. I was the one who kept finding her locked away in her room and staying by her side through every loss of control and breakdown. She wrote her first complete piece, titled My Dearest Love, for me and said she would play it for me for the rest of my life. Once Selena became famous, her schedule filled up with concerts around the world. She was so busy that she could spare only ten min

Her burner accounts were banned from monetized brand deals. That night, Dylan sent me a photo. It was the apartment we had lived in for three years. Everything had been moved out, leaving the place empty. On the floor sat the rusty metal box, along with the teddy bear keychain I had pushed back under the door before I left. He did not include any message with it. I did not feel anything. I closed the chat and started writing down the extra ingredients I would need for the following day’s breakfast rush. Early the next morning, while the fog still hung in the air, Dylan reached the window.

When Mara Vale returns to the quiet coastal town of Bellweather to restore its abandoned lighthouse, she expects broken windows, old memories, and a fresh start—not Elena Reyes. Elena has spent years caring for her family and running their struggling bookstore, quietly putting her own dreams aside. Mara, meanwhile, has built a life around leaving before anyone can give her a reason to stay. Forced to work together on the lighthouse restoration, the two women begin as reluctant partners. But late-night conversations, shared laughter, unexpected kindness, and quiet moments by the sea slowly turn their friendship into something neither is prepared to name. As their feelings grow, both women

I squat and push the dirt away with the tips of my fingers and grab the object. As it rests in the palm of my hand the hairs stand at the back of my neck as a cold wash goes down my back. My heart begins thumping painfully. In my hand lies Rachel's chip. "It's a set up," my mind screams inside my head. Everything slows down and when I move to tell the pack to get back inside their cars the startling sound of gunshots echo throughout the forest. Dirt flies in the air as the bullets land in the ground with an unforgiving force. One pounds into the windshield of my car shattering the glass. The loud sound vibrates painfully through my ears and produces a ringing sound.

As if in response to his question, in the distance, he heard a loud howl and recognized it immediately. It was Blade. "Son of a b*tch!" River swore. "Allen, double the number of warriors, and make it as quick as possible." "We're headed that way, Alpha. But what are we looking for?" River didn't even want to formulate the response, but he knew he had to. "Ellie's car is wrecked. I can't find her. I hear Blade and his a*sholes howling in the distance. You're looking for the Last Luna. "

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

"Message: my name is Venteri." I am the last survivor on the planet Juno in the constellation Alindarga after a massive epidemic of the deadly virus "Itrokt", to which I was the only one immune. I have food and water supplies for several years of life. At night I like to look at the sky to see other constellations. There must be someone out there I'm talking to. I hope you will hear and answer me. You're the only one who can help me - using a special device resembling a miniature radio telescope, along later passed the next scheduled morning message into space».

All because Krishna wished it so. Pat follows me out onto the field, but tactfully separates herself from me as we select our equipment. I have already spooked her, and I don't think that is bad. I wear strong sunglasses, gray tinted. As I gather my bow and arrows, an anemic-looking young man with thick glasses and headphones speaks to me. "You're new, aren't you?" he asks. "Yes. My name is Lara Adams. Who are you?" "Seymour Dorsten." He offers his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

“Jesus, how much did the girl upchuck?” Gage snickered. “Let’s just say that she was taking full advantage of our app specials.” “Remind me to get rid of the kitchen in the back, then.” Gage smacked his hip. “Don’t you dare! Those mozz sticks have saved my life countless nights being stuck in here.” Talon glanced down at him. “I can always send you to the floor and switch you out with Leo if you’re that bored.” “Don’t you dare.”