The Last Ones Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It has not been easy for us… #THE END OF BOOK 1 #

“Goodbye, Aria.” And the video cut. Just like that. No music. No final flourish. Just silence. And grief. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “The old kings do not go quietly. They leave instructions. They leave weapons. They leave ghosts.” “But sometimes, they also leave the key to peace—hidden in the last person they ever wanted to trust.” —Maria

ck, Karl was turned on. End of book 1 I'm sorry for the late updates, the book didn't do as good as thought it would so I'd be ending the book 1 here

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

Bami screamed instinctively. But it was too late. It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place. It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out. . . THE SEASON FINALE. THE FINAL PART OF THE BOOK. Name: MY WOMAN, MY POSSESSION. Subtitle: THE RISE OF QUEEN LYRA.

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.

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.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

"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."

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.