The Last Word A Novel Novels & Stories

I wondered to Youno when he approached me. "Do I look stupid as you?" he asked me a serious question. I shifted my gaze to the envelope he was holding. He placed the envelope on President Snipe's table without taking his eyes off me. "I'm done reviewing those papers, Papa," Youno said seriously while looking at me. "Winchester company is surrounded by traitors, full of corruption, and stupid management," Youno explained without emotion. "What do you mean?" I asked Youno. He threw me the book he was holding.

Everyone froze. Liam instinctively pulled Emma behind him. Victoria slowly removed... Another envelope. Old. Yellowed. Sealed with red wax. Emma's eyes widened. "The last letter..." Victoria smiled. "No." She held it higher. "This is the first letter." The room fell silent. "What?" Emma whispered. Victoria's smile became colder. "The letter you've all been chasing was only half the story." She looked directly at Emma. "Your mother wrote two letters." "You've spent months searching for the last one."

I was about to comment on it when my something on the desk caught my eye. I picked up the book with a smile. “You're reading The Last Word?” Christian looked surprised. “Yes. Have you read it?” My inner book nerd sprung to life. “Yes I have. The Last Word is my favorite Dennis McCullough book. It's a great story. What do you think of it so far?” “It's great. I especially admire Slater's resilience. It's commendable. Through all the hurdles he faced he still held on strong.” “What?!” I yelled. “Slater is terrible! He's the worst male in the entire story, and that is saying something. What do you mean he's resilient?”

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

"Uh, Zac organised it for me." "Yes! I'm so glad you came. Come with me." The Last Word was a beautiful place. Everything in the store was basically wood. The register was at the front and behind it was columns of bookshelves. On the side of the registers were stairs leading up to a balcony that wrapped around the store. It looked larger than what it did on the outside. "There is our manager- Owen!" She shouts at him. "I'll be back downstairs if you need anything," Zari said and went back downstairs.

The words landed in the middle of a silent room, and I stood there for a long moment absorbing them, waiting for him to take it back, waiting for some flicker of the boy from the park bench to resurface and undo what he'd just said, and when nothing came, when he just stood there, exhausted and resolute and unwilling to reach for me even as I felt myself breaking apart in front of everyone we knew, I understood that this time, whatever we'd started rebuilding really was over. "Okay," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt, some last reserve of dignity holding me together long enough to get the word out. "Okay. I hope that's actually true, and not just something you'll regret tomo

As I'm done writing, I headed towards the small library in there and lay my things beside as I grabbed a book to read. Finding the one I like seems to be higher than I thought and although I'm tall it's not enough to reach the book. So I keept reaching it. Some books would fall down but luckily I've got quick response so it wouldn't be a mess. I was ready to give up when suddenly a hand stretched out to reach the book I wanted. Is it him? Maybe. I slowly turn muself around and look at the person who got it. "Jerk"....I didn't even know how that word came out my mouth.

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Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.