The Last One Book Novels & Stories

"I have to write it down for me to understand what the last paragraph says." "Why?" "Because it is written in numbers and there are spaces scattered all around the book." "Let me see." Clark gave the book to Maria. She stared at it. Clark wrote the numbers he had seen on the book on an empty piece of paper. 13 18 19. 2 12 1 3 11 23 8 5 5 12 23 1 20 3 8 5 4 1 19 8 5 18 13 15 20 8 5 18 19 20 15 16 16 5 4 16 18 1 25 9 14 7.

Author’s Note to Readers Hello my amazing and beautiful readers, Before you dive into these pages, I want to make something very clear so there is no confusion later. Book One, *I Let My Father’s Best Friend Taste Me*, has officially ended at Chapter 56. That story is complete. Harlow and Kael’s journey closed with the life they built together, the dangers they survived, and the family they created. You do not need to reread or finish Book One in order to understand what happens here.

She giggled when she was tickled by their flapping wings against her face. Theo smiled first before answering. Maddie takes away all his stress from ruling even with just her smile. "This is the sanctuary of the novis flam." Maddie turned around and her brows met as she cannot understand the last phrase Theo said. "The what?" Theo pointed to the fountain with his hand and Maddie followed it with her eyes. "The last flame." Maddie nodded before she looked at Theo. "Last? What do you mean by that?" Theo asked her to sit on the nearby bench. The guards are scattered around the place but no one is near them. Somehow they got some privacy which put Maddie at ease. She glanced at the fountain firs

As I'm done writing, I headed towards the small library in there and lay my things beside as I grabbed a book to read. Finding the one I like seems to be higher than I thought and although I'm tall it's not enough to reach the book. So I keept reaching it. Some books would fall down but luckily I've got quick response so it wouldn't be a mess. I was ready to give up when suddenly a hand stretched out to reach the book I wanted. Is it him? Maybe. I slowly turn muself around and look at the person who got it. "Jerk"....I didn't even know how that word came out my mouth.

I still remember coming to this office when I’m still in grade school, I love reading books in this place even I have my own mini library and study room especially when dad’s around, but today it reminds me of Lost. I run my hand through dad’s book collections alphabetically arranged according to Author’s last name, I guess it’s in the blood of being a bookworm. His huge mahogany desk still the same for as long as I can remember. On the left side are few of his liquor collections although dad doesn’t drink much. He has his own cellar here in our home.

Be sure to read my ongoing book, The Ugly One. Special thanks to Lynn Kistler Lawrence for supporting this book until the end. I love your reviews 😂

I said to him. "Fine." Christian replied. "Sorry about that, this is going to be the last time I ever say such a thing to you. Is that okay?'' I considered for a moment before nodding my head. "Yes. It's for the best." At my response, he walked out of the door leaving me to wonder if the decision I just made was the best or something I would be joining to my list of regrets. Great, Belle. Great. ************************* The days passed by swiftly without Christian and I saying more than ten words to each other everyday. His birthday was drawing closer and I had no idea how his progress with the takeover was coming along.

asked Salsa. “You don't have to, Sa, just let me be alone. You can walk to the front of the complex through this campus to the bookshop. You see, bookshop is far away, right?" said Aini. "Okay, I'll go first. Bye," Salsa exclaimed, waving her hand. They parted ways in the car park. After Salsa's red Brio car drove out of the gate, only then did Aini walk out of the gate by herself on foot.

Then they vanished. They were edited. Messed up. Shut down. Still I dug deeper. I need pieces of information. Always pieces. Reports from years ago. Different places.. Same pattern. “Not much blood.. Picked targets. People who survived.” Every file ended the way. They were. Stopped. Not solved.. Hidden. My heart stayed calm.. Something else got tighter. Then I saw it. A name that wasn’t fully erased. “Cassian.” No last name. No where he was from or destination. It was there.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."