The Last One Book Novels & Stories

He answered confidently. "Your answers are too long Enrique." I said. "Yah! I slowly learned how to answer long, how to answer in paragraph way and not only a phrases." He said. "The last question my dear, what's the last question?" I asked. "The last question is, 'If today is Valentines Day, who will you bring into a date?' Hmm. You. Katie. Because why do I need to find someone else. You are just infront me." He answered gladly.

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

I wondered to Youno when he approached me. "Do I look stupid as you?" he asked me a serious question. I shifted my gaze to the envelope he was holding. He placed the envelope on President Snipe's table without taking his eyes off me. "I'm done reviewing those papers, Papa," Youno said seriously while looking at me. "Winchester company is surrounded by traitors, full of corruption, and stupid management," Youno explained without emotion. "What do you mean?" I asked Youno. He threw me the book he was holding.

It'll just be us two today, but we'll take one every year when we have children! My voice was cold. "There won't be any children." Steven panicked. "What? No!" I curved my lips. "Remember how you promised you'd come with me for the last day of my grandmother's mourning period?" Steven froze, but I continued, "I lost my baby that day." I pushed past him and walked aside, leaving him outside the door, lost. "I'm sorry…"

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She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

This is my new home, where I belong and I should act as one pushing my itching spells back in my head. “Its fine Miss Rossi, you are one of our top students you should spend your time wisely, the topics which we are gonna explore today will be asked in the main exams next month”, Dr Wilson tells me giving me a small smile to which I nod my head smiling back. “After you”, he tells gesturing his hand forward and I walk towards the pieces for which we are here today. “Silence!”, Dr Wilson tells standing infront of the few pieces of history secured safely after dig out from the depths of the earth by archaeologist.

Cale said. "There are twenty books here." "The last one. The one he was working on when..." Cale stopped. "When the silence came." Elion dug through the pile. He found a small, leather-bound book. It looked newer than the others. He opened it. The pages were mostly blank. Just a few sketches of hospital rooms. IV drips. He turned to the final used page. It wasn't a sketch of death. It was a sketch of a door. A blue door. With a brass knocker. And a window box full of flowers.

Hall gently tapped his arm, trying to settle him down. Samson's chest tightened. He reached out and grabbed Mr. Hall's arm, pleading, "Mr. Hall, did Jessica say anything to you? She's gone, and she took all her things with her. All she left was this application. If you know where she is, please tell me. It's important."

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.