The Last She Novels & Stories

She hissed at Freya, “ this will be the last time we will see each other, goodbye Freya” She muttered and let out an evil laugh, that was the last thing Freya had heard before her eyes lids grew heavy and closed and the last thing she saw, was darkness.

She said that she is going to make sure that she is the last thing that you will see when she stabs you in the heart. I was shocked. I shouldn't be, but I was. ‘She wants to kill you for what you did to her and now, she is going to kill me too.’ ‘Lola, you have to get out of there.’ ‘I can’t.’ Her words drop to a whisper. ‘There’s guards everywhere. Nate, I think this might be the last time you hear from me. And there is something you should know. Something that I have recently found out.’ ‘What?’

she hopefully that man would be the last man for her until death do them part. End.

Irene After breakfast, they don’t let me lift a finger. Cassian gathers the tray, Rowan teases that I’ll grow spoiled, and Kevin just hums as he sets things back in order. Elias is the one who says, “There’s something we should show you.” I hesitate. “What is it?” He glances at the others. “The last room of the last woman in our pack. It hasn’t been touched for over a hundred years.” The words sink into me like cold water. Still, I nod. “Show me.”

My wolf retreats deeper into my mind, suddenly quiet. "What was that?" I demand. "Who was she?" *Our ancestor,* comes the soft reply. *Many generations back. The last of her kind.* "The last of what kind?" *The last like us.* The words hit me like a physical blow. The last like us. Not just different, but the end of something. Something that ended with fire and death and people screaming.

It was unbearably shameful for him so he couldn't take it. Blinded by rage and shame, he took out the silver dragger, a special weapon he had made to kill Deus with, and raised it high in the air, ready to plug it in his heart. Luna saw it coming before Deus did. Wanting to protect her love, she came in between the dragger and Deus. That's when she felt it. The silver dagger piercing her heart and splitting it into two. She turned around and fell right in Deus's arm. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him one last time. However, no words came out. And just like that, she stopped breathing. The last face she saw before closing her eyes was the terrified face of Deus.

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

I close the laptop got nervous that she might see what I'm typing. It's the keyboard's fault! " Of course, I'm okay," I said trying my best not to stutter and take a glance at her to convince her that everything is alright. She sat on the front chair of my table, where the visitor's seat and peek at me seriously. She let out a heavy sigh after that, I just noticed that she's looking in the frame that was misplaced on the table. "I know you're not okay, Veronica. You're always remembering her when it's your birthday and it did not happen once nor twice" She stated and hold my hands on the table while staring.

"My late husband always said I had two left feet." "Your husband was wrong," Zara said, adjusting the woman's posture with practiced gentleness. Her fingers found the curve of Mrs Adeleke's spine, pressing lightly until the older woman straightened with a soft gasp. "You have lovely feet. They just need to remember how to listen."

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.