The Last To Know Novels & Stories

“If there’s a next time, I’ll still help you if you’re bullied. But I won’t go any further than that.” There was a long silence in the space. It was so quiet that I thought no one would reply. Then, Sylvia’s lively voice rang out again. I was not sure if I had heard it wrongly, but she sounded tearful. “Well... in that case, I wish you peace and health in your next life, no matter who’s by your side. I also wish you a bright future!” I nodded and walked alone toward the endless road in the distance. “Alright, then. Here’s to me and you. Let us be safe and healthy and have bright futures.”

For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the distant tolling of the cathedral bells. Adriana touched his shoulder. “He was the last one, wasn’t he?” Damian looked up at her. “No,” he said quietly. “He was the last shadow. What comes next… is ours.” Above them, the bells tolled one final time—slow, heavy, like a city exhaling after a long war. The Last Shadow had fallen. But a new era had just begun.

who turned out, once I actually cornered him, to know absolutely nothing at all, just enjoying the attention that came with pretending he did. Every single thread I pulled led back to the same locked door. Dark hallway, bad lighting, a party full of people too drunk to be reliable witnesses to their own night let alone mine. "Maybe I'm not supposed to know," I said to my mom that night, sitting at the kitchen table again, the physics textbook long since abandoned, the dishes drying in the rack behind her. "Maybe this is just something I have to live with. Not knowing. Maybe that's the actual answer and I've just been too stubborn to accept it."

“The Joining.” Luna looked at the children. “What happens during the Joining?” This time, none answered. Mae began trembling again. Eliane rubbed her back. “You’re safe.” Mae whispered something against her shoulder. “What?” Eliane asked. “They don’t know.” Luna frowned. Mae lifted her head. “Only I know.” “Why only you?” “Because I’m the last one.” Darius looked at the open-hand symbol. “The one they called forgetfulness.” Mae nodded.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

For the rest of the dinner, everyone tried their hardest to keep the atmosphere lively. Summer excused herself to use the restroom and never came back. When it was time to pay the bill, I pulled out my phone. A WhatsApp message from Conrad appeared on the screen. "I've landed. Get some sleep." I stared at the message for a long time. Gradually, my vision blurred. In my mind, I kept hearing that sugary-sweet "babe" from the speakerphone. I did not reply. I simply locked the screen. Outside the restaurant, the chilly breeze of early spring hit me head-on.

His hand went over my face. For a moment, everything seemed to slow. Panic clawed up my throat, terror flooding my veins. Nolan’s name was all I could think of, a desperate yearning ripping through my chest. The world was slipping away; confusion and heartbreak tangled inside me as I tumbled headlong into darkness. The last thing I felt was the ache of losing him.

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

Before the birthday party even began, Jeannie Collins cast her phone screen onto the large display in the private room. Then she started an anonymous poll in the group chat she shared with all our mutual friends. The question was simple: [Should I stay with my boyfriend to cut the birthday cake tonight, or go with my childhood friend to his movie premiere?] Thirty seconds. The countdown began. The numbers kept climbing. [Childhood friend: 17 votes.] [Boyfriend: 1 vote.] Everyone assumed that one vote was mine. Jeannie leaned back against the couch, glanced at the results, and smiled. "Majority rules." Marvin Snyder immediately slipped the movie tickets into her hand. "Looks like eve

Johnson, Greetings to you! I am Barry, and to simply put here, I wrote this letter to you because, First I know you, not just know, but I know everything to you. I know you're curious why I seem to know you but the reason you're reading this letter because of your parents. Further explaining that, I want you to come to this adress. RJG Corp. Y street, saturday at 1:00 pm. I don't mean no harm. I just want to talk to you. Sincerely Yours,