The Last To Know Novels & Stories

So, I smiled and said to everyone, "Since this is a guys' gathering, I'll head out so I won't interrupt you. We'll have a gathering next time if there's a chance. I'll make sure to get to know everyone properly then." I said it politely and naturally. Jason did not ask me to stay after hearing what I had to say and simply nodded. Meanwhile, Kat looked at me from the side, something unreadable in her eyes. "Nice bracelet." That was the last thing I said before I left.

What did they want with me? “Make sure no one will know and follow you.” That was the last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me.

Jameson off before he could finish. Mr. Hall was quiet for a long time, then finally sighed and patted my shoulder. "You're grown now. It's good for you to see more of the world." As I left the office and walked away, I could still hear Mr. Jameson muttering, "It's over just like that?" Mr. Hall sounded annoyed. "Keep your voice down! Do you want to announce it to the whole world?" Samson didn't come looking for me for the rest of the day. But honestly, I didn't care about the watch he promised me anymore.

At that point, even Northbridge University couldn't protect Leighton anymore. Facing overwhelming public pressure, Northbridge University expelled both Leighton and Harley. They didn't even bother trying to suppress the online discussions, so the topic remained on the trending charts for days. A week later, Leighton reached out to me again through her lawyer. This time, she had finally agreed to the divorce. She only had one condition—she wanted to see me one last time. She chose that familiar cafe as the meeting place, and even the same table where I'd met Harley before.

“I know.” He stepped toward me. “Ariana.” I looked at him. “I believe you.” His shoulders dropped. “But your family knew.” “My family is not the same as me.” I shook my head. “That is what everyone keeps saying. Your father. Your mother. The elders. The council. Everyone had a reason. Everyone knew something. Everyone kept quiet.” My voice cracked. “And I was the last person to know anything about my own life.” Kael reached for me. I stepped back.

No mention of James. *Year 26:* Safety: 16 years. 0 deaths. *Year 27:* Final year. Countdown started on the wall in Legal. Every quarter, Legal sent the same memo: `NO CONTACT. NO EXCEPTIONS.` *The Last Day - 11:59pm* *Here:* Elma, Willa, Nathan on the roof. 34 plants dark. 10,000 people home. Elma: “Tomorrow he walks out.” Willa: “And we keep working.”

It took me eight years to help my cellist wife, Selena Heart, overcome her isolation and self-destructive tendencies, survive multiple suicide attempts and finally make it to the Aurelian Hall in Valdena—a stage reserved for the world's finest performers. During her darkest year, she could barely hold her bow. I was the one who kept finding her locked away in her room and staying by her side through every loss of control and breakdown. She wrote her first complete piece, titled My Dearest Love, for me and said she would play it for me for the rest of my life. Once Selena became famous, her schedule filled up with concerts around the world. She was so busy that she could spare only ten min

At three in the morning, my husband, Houston Rodgers, who was away on a business trip, posted on social media. "Three sleepless nights, and I finally managed to snag a sleeper ticket to Daim." My heart softened. I never imagined he’d go to such lengths just to help me get home to visit my sick grandmother. The next day, a colleague looked at me enviously. "I wish I could find a husband as devoted to his wife as yours is." I smiled happily and had just typed out "Thanks for working so hard, honey" when a new post from Heather Conrad, my husband’s female apprentice, popped up. It was a screenshot of a sleeper ticket. The passenger’s name was Heather Conrad. Her caption read: "Thanks for s

After I was rescued from five years in captivity, my husband, Luke Hauser, told me in an offhand tone, "I'm the one who arranged your kidnapping. When they dragged you into that van, I was standing right there in the alley." I froze. Then my brother, Peter Costner, the richest man in Hendonport, spoke up. "I paid for it. "We only meant to punish you for three years and then bring you home. But Jake was afraid you hadn't learned your lesson and would go on bullying Piper. "He insisted we leave you in that mountain village for another two years." Jake Bingham was an orphan I'd brought home when we were kids. After I was taken, men forced themselves on me night after night. My belly swelle

“Princess, I cannot just leave like that. I want you to know that I love you and it will be the last thing I will ever do.” With a waterfall that is bursting its banks and erupting down my cheeks, I pull her closer to the warmth of my body. If this is going to be the last time then we better make it count. So as I push her into that door that I have done so many times before, I hear her softly whisper my name, "Colton." "Ssshh princess. Just a minute." She closes her eyes and she leans her head back against the door and lets me roam her neck. I cannot keep it in anymore. I crave her, just that one last touch. Just the one last time to please her to take her body to a height of pleasure