The Last Word Book Novels & Stories

he answered. “There's another book. This was the last one she created before she arranged everything in place. But she kept this in a different place. Here. Check,” Dr. Lance said while approaching them with a tiny book. It was red, orange and yellow all mixed-up. Wayne received it and opened it. Each page was plain white with just one word on each. Wayne opened it and read them aloud one by one. “To...learn...more...about... Wayne's...mate...and...how...she...completes...the...puzzle...visit...the...Great...Agate... Library...with...Walter...as...the...password,” it said.

We had arrived just before two, had showered and were getting ready to go to bed after deciding to grab some water together and chat in the living room. Milo had shown herself to the guestroom minutes later, and after a while, I went to my bedroom then put on my favourite red silky pyjamas. -Alone at last!- I smiled, and then I flipped my tied hair over my shoulders then plopped my body on the bed. I opened my bedside drawer and removed my favourite hard covered book, it had a deep purple hardcover with brown vine-like structures in the book. The title of the book was, 'My Last Wish'.

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.

"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."

It was a warm laugh. Gentle enough to calm an entire universe. The blue book suddenly shone brighter than the Gate itself. Across its blank page... words appeared without Adrian writing them. The greatest Author... The page paused. Then completed its own sentence. ...is the one who knows when not to write. The Last Editor slowly closed his eyes. A tear rolled down his face. "So this..." "...was the lesson." The black stains that had covered his hands for countless ages slowly disappeared. The darkness surrounding him dissolved into silver dust.

This is the woman. She had been writing it for three mornings. On the fourth morning she wrote the last sentence, and the last sentence arrived with the particular clarity of last sentences that know what they are — sentences that could not be followed by anything because they had said the thing completely and anything after them would only be addition rather than continuation. She read it. She sat with it. She saved the document. Closed the laptop.

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

Then she moved to sleep. Without hesitation, Livia nodded and smiled.. Upon opening my laptop, I noticed the manuscript file that had “The End” on its final page. I finally found courage after hundreds of nights, thousands of feelings, and a single word. It's just two words." “The last section was a little slow, which I had concerns about.” I said, “I wanted readers to feel at ease, but not bored. Livia gave a soft, confident recollection. "You have done it perfectly," she said.

At last, everything is over. The End

I lean up and kiss him once more, quick and sure, a final period on a story that used to be all questions. “And together,” I add, as the muffled roar of the crowd swells one last time behind us, “we owned the world.” End of Book 1