The Last One Book Novels & Stories

"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."

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

"I hope he can still get you something soon." "Me too. I really do want this resolved for you, Eli. You deserve to actually know." "Thanks. I mean it." We said goodnight a little while later, and I lay in bed afterward staring at the ceiling the way I did most nights now, replaying the conversation, the side door lead, Claire's small correction about her uncle's job, Jordan's distracted, apologetic face outside the hardware store, and I felt, more acutely than I had in weeks, exactly how alone I actually was in the middle of all of it, everyone else in my life either grieving or exhausted or gone entirely, and Claire, somehow, the only person left with enough bandwidth to actually sit with m

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

✨ Hey, my incredible readers! ✨ Just when you thought we had reached the end… there’s one last story left to be told. First off, a massive THANK YOU again for sticking with me through this wild journey. Every twist, every heartbreak, every unexpected turn—I’ve loved every moment of bringing it to life for you! But before we close this book for good… I have one last surprise waiting. I know you’ve been waiting. I know you’ve been wondering. Some stories need time to unfold, and some endings? They deserve a moment of their own. And trust me… that moment is now.

After the trip, I’ll think of what to call you that’s not ‘diary’ or ‘journal’. So, yeah, I’m still your girl, with a tinge of delusion and anger, Nectar Diza Lupin. PLAYLIST. Golden Brown (Elliot Sutton) Slowed Best Part – The Very Last Dance. The End. APPRECIATION. I just want to say a big thank you to all the readers who have seen my book worthy of their time; who have spent coins and voted for the books. Thank you for reaching this stage, and for finally saying goodbye to this book baby of mine with me.

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.

I apologized but he said nothing. I quickly walked into his library and I was amazed at how things are arranged in there... I walked along the walkway and I used my hand to brush through the book taking a glance at them. Then one book caught my attention.. It is titled 'The last survivors by King Jaywon' and there was a stain of blood in the picture... It is gonna be really horrific. I walked to where a reading table was placed and I placed the book on it. And I then proceeded to clean the Library.. There is even a fireplace and I am imagining how beautiful it will look reading beside the fireplace on a cold night. When I was done taking care of the library. I checked the time and it was fif

I took the piece of paper from him and nodded, "Yes, sir." Ezekiel dismissed us, and we left his office, relieved that it was over. Later in the afternoon, Aiden, Penelope, and I sat down together at one table during lunchtime, I couldn't help but notice the excitement in Penelope's eyes as she held a worn-out book in her hands. "What's that book you've got there?" Aiden asked, looking over at her. "It's the last known book of witches," Penelope said, beaming with joy.

I haven't talked to him since. Ma and Pa were sitting in the living room when it was time to leave for the party. "So who is hosting the house party this time?" "Cassandra." "You know the rules." "Yes, Pa. No alcohol, no drugs, and home by 1 AM." "12 AM!" "That was last year! Come on! 1 AM is not a big deal." "As long as you follow the rest of the rules, then fine." "Let the girl live, honey. She will only be a teenager once."