The Last To Know Novels & Stories

You're making me feel bad for having been angry in the first place Unknown Number: u had every right to be Olivia: Just shut up and stay awake Olivia: I mean it Olivia: Try not to fall asleep Unknown Number: Ok Unknown Number: can you send me a pic of urself Olivia: You're really out of it, aren't you Olivia: And no, I'm not sending a pic of myself in a "the last thing I want to see before dying is your face" hell no, we're not doing this, you hear me? Olivia: I know I'm beautiful, but no Olivia: The only photo you'd receive from me right now is a feet pic, and you wouldn't want to die with my feet as the last thing you watch, right?

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Riley asked " Jesse?, your Jesse?'' Ana asked with a tone that depicted surprise " yeah...we never talk about Jesse, so..." " well, i saw him last night?'' Riley said " Saw him last night?, weren't you with Adam last night?, did he know it was Jesse?'' Ana asked trying to make sense of the current situation. " There is no adam Ana" Riley replied with a big sniff " What do you mean by there is no Adam?, did something happen to him?, wait, is he dead??' Ana asked, obviously confused

I wish you two remain happy even with me gone. And that was it. Just as I was about to let the rest of my body go, a buzz came to my phone. I didn't realize I was still holding it till now. I decided to get a last glance at whatever message entered my phone. It was probably from Nonna and it will be the last I get to hear from her before I go. But looking at the message, it was from an unknown number with just 12 words that quickly snapped me out of my trance.

I don’t know how I managed to keep up with them, but all I know is that I lost consciousness after my last climax. To be continued…

I almost forgot about the call he received last night—the call from Hannah that pulled him out of bed faster than any million-dollar project could. He looks at me squarely, his brows furrowed so deeply that he looks more intense than usual. “What are you rushing to?” I take a step back, hoping to bring some calm to my face. “To check on Cora. It’s her last day at school before the holidays start. I don’t want her to be late.” My answer seems satisfactory to him, considering he doesn’t follow it up with another question. He walks inside—almost into me. “We need to talk.”

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”