The Last Picture Show Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What a pretty portrait! Shouldn't have expected any less from Misty, honestly. This is probably a birthday gift from her, so take it." My soul was watching nearby, and I was so nervous that my fists curled into balls. 'Take it! Didn't you want to find the person who murdered your father? That portrait's the clue!' In my anxiety, I didn't expect my boyfriend to suddenly flare up in anger, grabbing the portrait and tearing it to shreds. "She wants me to forgive her with trash like this? What a joke! I felt nothing but disgusted!" I instinctively tried to catch the torn portrait, but my translucent fingers passed through the rubbish bin. After a while, I realized.

Her lips curved into a smile. She turned to the Bride and asked, “What’s happening?!” The Bride only smiled more broadly. “This is your last picture, my dear. The camera always captures the final moment. It knows the ending even before it happens” The man’s voice dropped to a whisper. “All that’s left is to snap it.” Though only one of the candles was lit, suddenly they all blazed up with dark flames, creating dancing shadows around the room. The photographs in the air began to burn one by one, curling into ash—except for hers. It floated slowly toward the camera, which had mysteriously reassembled itself.

In some of these underground locations, he carried discussions about illegal-I mean legal- transportation of his oils. To my right, I caught the musky scent of old novels. Quite attracted to the familiarity it brought, I skimmed my fingertips over their spines, unaware of the dust bunnies that followed. I sneezed, recoiling my hand. Rubbing my nose, I looked overhead at the slightly skewed hung-up portrait. I noticed the three people I hated the most and cursed at them before shifting my gaze upwards. Master Thelowar hung planets and stars he had made of fabrics. They were called some weird-ass scientific name that I don't care to remember. Through overarching windows, he carefully positione

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

If you want to read it, you can see it on Goodnovel Academy on Facebook or here https://www.goodnovel.com/book/31000004780-263089 When I entered the seaside mansion, I tried to pull away from my thoughts from the earlier events and Kang Xianliang’s rude behaviour. After I saved him, he was nice to me, so I had forgotten his real self for a while and how unpleasant his personality was. It was my mistake to do it, and I would make sure not to forget ever again. Thinking about it would only ruin my Christmas Eve mood, which was unforgivable. I didn’t intend to look upset and grumpy when everyone else was happy.

Isabel gives me an apologetic smile. "Let me offer you something to drink as my apology for my harsh judgment. Do you want juice..." "Anything will do," I say cutting her words. I'm back to my usual aura. "..." Isabel's brows furrow as she watches me wander my eyes around the house. I catch a glimpse of a picture frame on top of an old cabinet. I don't know why but something is pushing me to go closer to it. I get magnetize to whoever is in that picture. My feet seem to have their minds as they swiftly draw closer to the cabinet. I lift the frame with one hand and watch closely, trying to remember the face of the little girl in the picture.

⁂Chapter 2⁂ ********* ** ******** In a spacious cold office. A hand vigorously typed on the keyboard. The hand is long and slender with beautifully manicured fingernails. The expression on the owner's face was cold, no doubt the office was cold too. Everything about the office was dark and cold. The sofa, curtains, marble floor, the ceilings were painted black. Even the painting on the wall was black. On one side of the wall hung a large framed picture of a man with red eyes. The dark grey suit on his well-built body made him look evil and dangerous.

In fact, I only found out about it when a mutual friend called me and informed me about it. The picture Jenny used was taken on Steven's phone, and he was the only one who had it. Jenny managed to get that photo, photoshopped me to be with her elder brother, and captioned it, wishing that her brother and I would find happiness… And now, I wasn't even allowed to question it? Steven's gaze flickered, his conscience not being able to take me staring at him, but then he puffed up again like an arrogant peacock. "It was just a joke! Don't you have better things to do than make a mountain out of a molehill?

Even less could I have imagined that the woman I had loved with my entire soul had never deserved to be called human. My trembling hand reached for the office door handle. But at the very last second, all my strength drained away. Now that I already knew every answer, what was left to ask? Besides, the people inside were faces I never wanted to see again for the rest of my life. Ultimately, I let go of the handle, dragged my suitcase behind me, and turned to leave the office building. After reaching downstairs, I was still worrying about missing the last bus when someone suddenly called out to me from behind.

He kept a photo in his hand. He pushed it to me. And whispered: “You haven’t read the last page yet.” Then the house began to tremble. And the photo in my hand showed something impossible: Noah. Old. In the summer house. Not alone. I sat next to him. And between us: all children.