The Last Word Book Novels & Stories

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

You made it something that breathed. To every reader who shared this story with someone else — thank you. The greatest compliment you can pay a story is deciding someone you love should read it. To every reader who came back after a hard day and sat with Helena for a chapter or two — I hope she gave you something. I hope the ordinary evening and the rosemary jars and the ring in the morning light reminded you that the quiet things are worth fighting for. The last word of this novel belongs to Helena. But this word belongs to you.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

I answered seriously. "That's what I am talking about, dumbass!" I can hear him releasing an audible sigh before we end our conversation. As we entered the auction room, the host and the mansion's owner greeted us. His name is Wilfred de Foe. A multibillionaire business tycoon whose hobby is collecting rare items and selling them to the highest bidder, and even though he engages in illicit and immoral activities, everyone highly respects him. He may be cunning, but he is a man of his word. He makes sure that the Haven mansion is a safe refuge for everyone, regardless of their social class and status.

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

I apologized but he said nothing. I quickly walked into his library and I was amazed at how things are arranged in there... I walked along the walkway and I used my hand to brush through the book taking a glance at them. Then one book caught my attention.. It is titled 'The last survivors by King Jaywon' and there was a stain of blood in the picture... It is gonna be really horrific. I walked to where a reading table was placed and I placed the book on it. And I then proceeded to clean the Library.. There is even a fireplace and I am imagining how beautiful it will look reading beside the fireplace on a cold night. When I was done taking care of the library. I checked the time and it was fif

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

I pouted as I looked at her before I slammed the book in front of her. "I don't want to keep this anymore, you didn't even put your name on that book" She looked at me confused. "Why? Of course, I won't write my name here, this is full of my secrets. I didn't write down my name so that when someone reads this no one would still find out it's mine. Did you read it?" She asked. "I didn't, but someone did" I rolled my eyes remembering what happened. "Who?" She asked interestedly as she faced me.

She blushed at him and waved him off with her hands. "Everybody follow the tabloids Mr Martin. It's there we get to witness the lives of young billionaires, their scandals and whatnots." Christian offered her a charming smile and to my surprise, took my hand while he walked away. Margaret on the other hand, bowed her head and I had no choice but to offer her a smile in return. "What shall it profit a man," I started. "who knew what he does to a woman and still uses his wife to get her jealous."

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.