The Last To Know Novels & Stories

"One last time, I need you to make love to me. Please, let me know the feeling of having you for one last time" To be continued...!

Gabby shook his head, "I'd rather die! After the celebration, I'm going to leave this goddamn place!" "Then go! I don't need you! How come that you all graduated college but can’t comprehend one stupid misunderstanding! Shame on you all!" Zack continued yelling. "Yeah! We're really leaving after this!" Maddy yelled for the last time as she grabbed her phone that was sitting on top of the dresser.

I am going to die! I am going to die! I knew this was the end. That was the last thing I remembered before everything went black.

CLAIRE The pack meeting concluded successfully, bringing relief and joy to the members upon seeing their Alpha. Now, I find myself in my office, diligently learning about my responsibilities as the Luna of the pack. While engrossed in a book, a text message notification interrupts my focus. When I check my phone, I notice a message from an unknown number. I unlock my device to read it. Unknown: "Claire, I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, but can we meet? I have something important to discuss."

was the last thing I managed to let out before everything went white. Indeed, it was the end for me, Landon, and my pup.

╭───────────────╮ Unknown: I’ll see you at closing. Don’t make me come find you. ╰───────────────╯

noticed the whole thing they'd fought for crumbling. Her phone buzzed one final time earlier than they took it. A message from an unknown variety. Just four words. "Project Endgame is active." What the hell was Project Endgame?

But she didn’t understand something crucial. She was still his. And soon, she would realize it. His phone buzzed. A message. Elena: Enjoy your win, Killian. It’ll be your last. Killian smirked. Oh, sweetheart. The real game hadn’t even started yet. To Be Continued…

"The night before he died. You were the last person—" "I was one of the last people," Dario said carefully, watching Kian's face with an intensity that suggested he was measuring exactly how much this could land tonight before something in him broke entirely. "Whether I was the very last, I honestly don't know. I've been asking myself that since I heard, and I don't have an answer I'm satisfied with yet."

The kind of language two people used when they both already knew what they meant and didn't want to spell it out for anyone who might be reading over their shoulder. The last message was sent the night her father died. It's done. Tell him it's finished. Tell him I'm out. No response. Whoever was on the other end of that line had never written back, or had written back somewhere she couldn't see, on a phone that wasn't in a storage unit registered to a daughter who hadn't known she owned one.