The Last Thing He Told Me Series Novels & Stories

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end. In the end, regret was the only thing he managed to hold onto. "Other than the house I'm living in, transfer everything else to her." He knew I no longer needed the love that had come too late. The only thing he could still give me was everything except that. Meanwhile, on a beach in the Maldivis, I floated peacefully on an inflatable raft beneath the sun. A notification suddenly appeared on my phone. A large transfer had been deposited into my account. Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean.

They’d never told anyone about it in case I ever needed a place to run and hide. “This is our last resort,” my mother had told me, a few months before she died. “If things ever get bad with Vincenzo, if you ever need to run away, come here. No one will ever find you here.” I’d thought she was being dramatic. I’d thought Vincenzo and I would be together forever. But then my parents died, and Lila came into our lives, and everything fell apart.

Smith chose John once again. Jimmy then pointed at the stacks of supplement Henry sent and grinned at John. "Don't worry—I'm sending that stuff to a nursing home later." The gloom in John's eyes faded, and he told his assistant to send over everything he had prepared. - Henry was left watching as Jimmy carried all the supplements he sent downstairs. Then, he even looked Henry in the eye, not holding back as he scoffed, "Love that comes too late is cheaper than dirt. Nothing can be changed—be it all the times you hurt Tina or Sophie's death.

he asks. "I don't know yet. I guess I have to tell this to Iris first." I ended the call.

“After one last job, he said… I could be released, but I didn't believe it. I'm also certain that he won't tell me anything else because I want to let him go.” “So, what do you mean? Why are you telling me all this now? Let me sympathize with you? Or what?!” Lia can feel herself feeling frustrated, annoyed and also angry. He really couldn't stop thinking about what Salsa said. Did he now want to ask her for help? Or did he want to ask himself to stop Leo's evil actions? Leah didn't understand at all.

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

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

Low and rough and vibrating with something I’d never heard before. I took a breath. Made a decision that would destroy everything. “They grant last meal requests,” I said. “Last visits with family. Last phone calls.” I met his eyes, held his gaze. “What about last requests that aren’t on the approved list?” His breath caught. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying…” My heart hammered against my ribs. “I’m saying what if I was your last meal?” The phone crackled with the sound of his sharp inhale.

Not the way he expected. Even my heartbreak hid itself. Even my suffering refused to give him satisfaction. When the tears finally slowed, I took a shaky breath. “This is the last time,” I whispered into the darkness. “The last time I let this destroy me.” I didn’t believe it yet. But saying it made breathing possible again. Because later, much later, I heard what happened on the other side of that door. Zara had leaned in again, stroking his jaw. “Now, where were we?”