The Last Ride Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Daddy, I can't wake Mommy up. Can you give me your quill?" Casper's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean you can't wake her up? Didn't your mother only donate 400cc worth of blood..." "Casper!" Sydney suddenly cut him off. Casper turned his head, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?" Sydney stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject as she felt Casper's inquisitive look. "Today is New Year's Eve. If Adam gets home late, Winnie will get worried. All he wants is a quill, right? You should hurry and give it to him. Let's not disturb their New Year's celebration."

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

Now they were backing him to give it up! “I would never give it up!” Ferran cried as he bled to death. “I would die as the Alpha King.” “I would give you that last privilege,” Xavier nodded and watched as he coughed on the floor. Ferran coughed and looked Xavier in the eye. “Bury my daughter,” he whispered to Xavier. “She is my life.” Xavier nodded and watched as the old wolf died and faded away into oblivion. He squatted beside the dead body of Alpha Ferran and covered it with ice as was customary for the ice wolves.

his voice faltered as she thought of the tragic end to this story. " Even if it's the last thing I do. I will risk my life to put an end to his reign of terror. History shall not repeat itself. I will not allow him to win yet again, and I will not allow him to harm my loved ones." Felix sat up on the bed properly. " What do you mean even if it's the last thing you do? No. I will not allow you to die. How can you speak about your death like that? You just said you would never leave me."

“‘Ah, yes. From here, you can turn right; later, you will see a large building; my house is behind it. The driver nodded his head before following Hendramo's directions. It didn't take long before he finally got home. With unsteady steps, he immediately went downstairs. “Just take the change and go there immediately.” Hendramo's way of speaking sounded harsh, but seeing the large amount of money in his hand, the driver decided to let it go and quickly left. Hendramo noticed the quiet area of his house. Even in his house, only a few lights are on, even though usually the lights in the room are always on. The wrinkles on Hendramo's forehead started to return as he glanced at the watch wrapped

All he could hear was the clicking of Charleigh’s high heels against the pavement and the thundering of his heart. He tried convincing his mind to use his willpower by keeping his hands to himself until Charleigh was out of sight, but he was miserably failing. He stopped in front of his ride, nothing fancy but a Ford truck Clary loved. Before he could unlock the door, he faced Charleigh, and she was even more stunning against the pale moonlight tonight. Damn it! He was losing it. “I can sense your tension, Bryce.” He smiled sadly at her. “I don’t usually invite women—”

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

Inside, four souls who had crossed hell, blood, pain, escapes, and redemption finally found peace. It wasn’t the end of the story. It was the first page of a new chapter—written not with blood, but with free, deep, and entirely chosen love. The Last First Time. And it would be the best of all the times to come after.