The Last Survivor Book の小説・ストーリー

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

"He only hit people when he lost his temper and couldn't find a solution. He didn't want both my sister in danger and me. Because for him, I am his biological son. Therefore, I cannot let my sister suffer injustice." Finn is worried. "You want to go there? Do you know that's going to die?" Uri opens his backpack, takes the ancient golden book, takes off the book's last page, and gives it to Finn. "Please keep this map; it is a living hope for many people. I live or die doesn't matter. The important thing is that you save everyone so that they don't live in the mountain cave anymore." "You… you decided to go there?" Finn reached out his trembling hands and took the map from Uri's hand.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

"I am what I am, Papa. Tell Don Moretti I'm no longer his concern." I hung up. Damien came to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?" I leaned into him, looking at the tree in the yard. "Yeah. I'm okay." The daisies on the windowsill were long gone, replaced by fresh ones. Every week, he brought new flowers. I thought of the girl who used to follow her sister. The one who always picked up the scraps. She never imagined she'd end up here. Held. Seen. Chosen. Not leftovers. First.

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

I'm going to tell Mom and Dad you've been picking on me! [Viola, are you dead out there? Actually, it's better this way. I took the only thing that could have saved you—the Miracle Elixir. Now, death is your only choice! Just die already, it's better this way!] Dozens of venomous curses followed—each one so vicious that even the officers who had followed us fell into stunned silence. "Did... Jane sent these?" Charlie's hands trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't believe what he was reading, and the realization hit him like a physical blow—he was one of the people who had contributed to his daughter's death!

That's the main reason you should come home " Mrs. Morgan said and Steve sniffled. "C'mon... We've talked about this already. There is still one Werewolf alive...." He couldn't complete his statement when his wife interrupted on the phone. "Oh spare me those crap, Steve. Like seriously? That is total bullshit! You and your crew have been hunting for that last Werewolf for more than five years now and not even a sign of him has been found. Isn't that creepy? How are you even sure he's still alive? Werewolf hardly survives without their families!" Mrs. Morgan is true and convincing.

He had held me tightly, shielding me from the bloody carnage outside, whispering that he didn't want me to see the horrors of the apocalypse. Now that I stood outside the door, I realized—his head had been turned toward Lina the entire time. The moment we reached the safety base, Oliver insisted that no survivor should be left behind. The rescue team had to go back. They didn't refuse. They pushed through their exhaustion for a second trip. But the virus spread too fast. By the time they arrived, Lina had already been devoured. Oliver hadn't shown much of a reaction. "Well," he sighed, as if hearing about some nameless casualty, "it couldn't be helped. May she rest in peace."

ZANA’S POV I sat with that for a moment. Then I closed the book and handed it back to Rhea. I reached down, pulled my sock back up, put my boot on, and laced it. I did all of this slowly and without looking up, because I needed something to do with my hands while I thought of what she just said. Last surviving heir. Last surviving heir?! What was this? A movie? A YA fantasy? "There's an explanation for this," I said. "One that doesn't involve any of that." I nodded at the book. "There's a logical explanation that I just don't have yet."

“We survived. There’s a difference.” He stepped beside her. “And what now?” Alma turned to him. “Now I live.” She kissed him, not as a weapon. Not as a prototype. But as Alma. Woman. Survivor. Lover. Behind them, Nova smirked. “You two better enjoy the peace. Because in my experience it never lasts.” And somewhere in the shadows of the world, screens flickered. The Primogenitors were not all dead. And one of them had just awakened.