The Last One Book Novels & Stories

Third-person POV "Mr. Martin, what are we supposed to do? The reporters have surrounded the building. They're just waiting for you to go downstairs!" Lucius sat on the sofa, his expression so dark it looked ready to kill. "Have you found out who leaked it?" The secretary hesitated. "It's probably… Mrs. Martin. After all…" After all, the only person who knew about all one hundred of his affairs was Adele. Deep down, Lucius already had his suspicions. But hearing it confirmed still made his anger explode. He smashed the glass in his hand.

The lack of context is starting to hurt my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then I look over my shoulder and catch Cora, suddenly tense. “Honey, Daddy and I are going to have a talk. Why don’t you check out that book I bought you yesterday? You’ll really like it.” She looks between us, as if trying to decide whether she should or not. I smile and nod at her, trying to put her at ease. “O-okay.” With one last hesitant look, she turns and grabs the book on the table next to her. While I do my best to keep calm, I grab Damon by the arm and drag him outside.

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

When you were sick of someone, even coffee made the way she made it tasted disgusting. I blocked everyone from Lundberg Corp. None of it mattered now.

He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end. In the end, regret was the only thing he managed to hold onto. "Other than the house I'm living in, transfer everything else to her." He knew I no longer needed the love that had come too late. The only thing he could still give me was everything except that. Meanwhile, on a beach in the Maldivis, I floated peacefully on an inflatable raft beneath the sun. A notification suddenly appeared on my phone. A large transfer had been deposited into my account. Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean.

Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people. It was for me, anyway. :) Please be sure to keep a look out for the third and final book of this series, "Not All Who Dream Are Sleeping".

The third depicted a brown, dying flower, perhaps a metaphor for Nyllan himself as he knew his career was doomed when he had published his last text. But the greatest mystery of Nyllan’s work wasn’t the mysterious, forbidden contents of his books that would be forever unknown and lost. No, the greatest mystery of Nyllan’s legacy was far more terrible than my young mind could have imagined. Because before the last of his books had been destroyed, a scholar, whose identity remained anonymous, pointed out the most terrifying fact of all: the last volume, the third book that had been sent as a taunting tome of forbidden information across the country, may not have in fact been his last publicati

I lean up and kiss him once more, quick and sure, a final period on a story that used to be all questions. “And together,” I add, as the muffled roar of the crowd swells one last time behind us, “we owned the world.” End of Book 1

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate