The Last Song Novel Novels & Stories

Now it was my job to protect all of our kind. VENUS P.O.V... "Now, I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart, but where's your-, and I know there's nothing I can say to change that part, to change that..." My eyes snap open to the alarm on my phone playing my favorite song, Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. They have been my favorite band for years. "So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?"

(LULLABY OF WOES) “DREAM, DREAM SWEET BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN, DREAM OF A WONDERFUL DREAM, BUT IF YOU WAKE UP A PRIEST BESIDE YOU, HEADLESS AND POOR, WILL TAKE WHAT’S LEFT OF YOU.” Humming the same eerie tone, yet this time he sings a song with the words that the last verse of the opening of the book is written. Kyle could not wipe away the grin and sinister way of his smile, as he danced around the room were slowly forming into a mist and fog, the ice that once surrounds the room is turning back to what it used to be. Giggling and is clearly in heaven, he stops facing the door as he whispers the name. “Daniela Gomez.”

Elijah didn’t just sing, he commanded. The first note rolled out low and velvet-smooth, wrapping around the room like smoke. The song was old, a classic love ballad Fiona had once played on repeat during late-night study sessions in college—“At Last” by Etta James, but slower, rawer, like he’d stripped it down to its bones and rebuilt it with his own heartbeat. And his eyes? They never left Fiona. Not once. Sebastian felt it like a punch to the gut. He’s singing to her. Not to the room. Not for the laughs. To her. Every lyric:

“It’s nice seeing someone take an interest in such an old song.” Shiele took a deep breath “why can’t I talk, this place is changing me” she composed herself “The song was beautiful” she managed to whisper, her confidence building from the boys comfort she rushed out her next question so quickly he was barely able to make out what she said “What was it about?” She had never felt this nervous around someone before but smiled inwardly that she was able to speak to him. “The song is about the last of the elves in Ethalas and how they were destroyed by the druids”

"Madam, the Don is—" I walked past him like he was furniture. He followed, blocking my path. "You really should not go in there right now." The door at the end of the hall was open, light spilling out. When I reached it, I saw Dante sitting in an armchair, legs stretched out, half-leaning against the armrest, a glass of barely touched wine beside him. Serena stood near an old upright piano in the center of the room, singing a song I did not recognize. Dante's gaze followed her voice. He did not notice me until she finished the last note and the room fell silent.

The final entry had been written on the day I discovered them. Leighton had written a suicide note, every word filled with guilt toward Harley. Even the way she addressed him had changed. She called him "hubby". [Hubby, if I should die unexpectedly one day, everything I own will belong to you.] [As for Logan, I've wronged him. Leave him enough money to live out the rest of his life comfortably, and that will be enough.] The blood in my body turned ice-cold, and my hand gripping the mouse trembled uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from my stomach. I grabbed the trash can and vomited.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

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

He picked up the guitar and began to sing. "Lory, this is for you. Our last love song." (Dear Gangster Trilogy OST: Our Last Love song by HeavenKnowsFLO) Breath in, to wake up. You know that I am here. Breath in, to stand up. You know that I will walk with you. Breathing out so deeply The air that I need, the one who gives me hope. Three months and ninety days, I am still waiting for you. Waiting for the miracle that you will come back.

After all, I was still the first person he'd seen when he woke up. "Besides, you helped me when we were kids. I helped you this time, so we're even now. I'm begging you. Please stop interfering with my life." Whatever he had wanted to say was cut off by my final words. "Let's never see each other again, Ryland." He struggled to get out of bed, but the dizziness overwhelmed him. The moment his feet touched the floor, he lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground. In the end, all that remained was his helpless voice calling after me, but I never looked back.