The Last Ride Novel Novels & Stories

I laugh and nod my head. We leave the pack house and he opens my door to his black Audi A6. He then gets into the driver side and after a quick drive we arrive at the restaurant. We walk inside and a nicely dressed hostess standing at a podium asks Noah for his name and guides us to our seats. This place is fancy.

The ninety-eighth time, she indulged him after he killed our child. The ninety-ninth time, she indulged him and helped him evade justice. Vivian Blake really had only one chance left. The exhaust dust pulled me back to reality. Caleb once said he could only sit in the passenger seat, and he only didn't get carsick when Vivian drove. "Then let's use one chance. You can take a cab anyway." Ever since I nodded that time, Vivian's car had become his private ride. She no longer needed to ask me even once.

Kael roared. "I'm not fighting them." Lyra pressed the quill to her own palm. She dragged it across the skin. "I'm rewriting the debt." The sky cracked. A man in a gray suit appeared on the ridge. He held a silver briefcase. He didn't have a face. "The story is over, Lyra," the man said. The voice didn't come from him; it came from the ground beneath her feet. "Victor Blackwood finished the final chapter. You are the epilogue. Now, step into the briefcase."

The silence of the library was heavy, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and our combined arousal. Eventually, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. He helped me straighten my clothes, his touch was gentle now, as if the professor was back. He walked me back to the table, his arm was placed around my waist, and we sat down to talk, but the mood was different now. The tension had been broken, but the connection remained. Pinky felt a flutter in her chest as she read the story. It was so vivid, the setting so unexpected the library, the shelves, the intellectual environment.

he said, driving into an isolated private driveway that led to what looked like the tallest skyscraper among the hundreds of skyscrapers that stood magnificently under the starry night. I placed my forehead on his shoulder and shut my eyes. Our ride has finally… come to an end. It was indeed a very… long ride. That was my last thought before I dozed off.

I texted her: I’m on my way. As I slipped out of the racing ground, I kept my cap low, avoiding familiar faces. The crowd was still wild with excitement, distracted by the victory ceremony. That gave me a perfect chance to disappear. The city lights blurred past as I rode my bike for the last time. The air was cool against my skin, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like freedom. Soon, I’d be gone—away from Cohen, from Papa’s lies, from all the secrets that had torn me apart.

the ride worker told us, looking done with the world and Ellie profusely apologized, completely embarrassed as I pulled her away, back towards the car. It was almost dark out and I did agree that the Ferris wheel would be our last ride. Still, it was sad that our date was coming to an end, as wonderful as it had been. “Sorry.” “No, no! It’s fine, just…yeah,” Ellie blushed, refusing to let go of my hand and I smiled fondly, opening the door for her, both of us quiet as I turned on the engine but didn’t drive off just yet. Ellie was fidgeting, a blush still on her cheeks, seeming at war with herself before she finally looked at me.

He was too late. He wanted to be with her, if possible, even after death. He was willing to follow her even to death if it meant he could be with her. So, he pulled the dagger from her heart and plunged it into his own heart. A lone tear fell from his eyes as he felt the pain his mate felt before she left this world before she left his side. Before death could take him, he kissed her lips and promised her it would not be the last kiss they shared. "I promise you, Love. This is not the end of our story. We will meet again and when that happens, We will be together as a mate once again." Those were his last words before he closed his eyes. ................................ I haven't disclosed t

I was tapping the baby back to console her. Please anyone save the baby. I can’t say this loud. My vision started to get blurry again. I can’t move my body. I hold the baby close to me. This is it. My life is ruined and it’s miserable. Amma, papa your daughter is coming to you. I said and close my eyes. I heard a blast sound. The last word slips out of my mouth was ‘Zale’. ****THE END****

I was just a woman who had survived the storm, standing in the quiet peace that love had built from the ruins of war. The end. Thank you very much for your love and support guys, this chapter concludes the novel His Royal Breeder. However I'll be publishing a few chapters that continues Ezekiel story in modern setting. Hope you love and enjoy it lovelies.