The Last Word Book Novels & Stories

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.

As a second person, all you just need to do is silence. Again he found the two of them fighting for reasons that he did not understand. Edward put his hands on his hips, stared lazily at Hazel, then his gaze turned to Raymond. The man rushed over to him, followed by Hazel. 'Raymond! Are you alright?' He shook his head, wagging Edward and Hazel's hands that were about to help him up. 'I'm fine. Just need to rest ...' His gaze turned dark before he could finish his words. *** 'Listen, Raymond. 1Q84 is really interesting to read. Try to take your time reading. I can lend it to you if you want.'

The girl didn't even catch a breath between sentences, and by the end of her speech, she was sucking in air as if she just ran a marathon. “Calm down, beautiful” He flashed that million-dollar smile. He knew it was unfair to charm up the girl, but she clearly had the information he needed and that was just the easiest way to get it. If her widened eyes and crimson blush were any indication, the girl was ready to talk. “Now, tell me about your plans to meet her” ***** Author's Note: Thank you for reading my book! If you liked it, please be sure to leave a review. If you want to know more about my books, follow me on facebook at @PixieAuriBooks

Holding her in my arms, I whispered, "Noelle, you always said that you wanted to see the ocean. I'll scatter your ashes into the sea, okay?" This world had been far too cruel to her. I would rather lay her to rest in the deep sea. By the time I walked out of the funeral home, it was already morning. Just half an hour earlier, Ivana had still been posting on Instagram, looking for the dog. I, on the other hand, posted Noelle's obituary to say goodbye to this world on her behalf. Then, before blocking Ivana, I sent her one final message. "Let's get divorced."

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

It was just that this time, I was leaving their world for good. Jason looked like he was about to ask where I was going, but Kat eagerly pulled him into the cab before he could speak. The cab then sped away, leaving a trail of smoke behind as it slowly disappeared from my sight. I looked in the direction it had gone and said to myself quietly, "This time, you're the one who left me. You're forever gone from my world from this point forward."

a voice suddenly cut through the heavy silence. It wasn't loud, but the calm, iron-hard resonance in it made every head in the room snap upward. Alexander stood in the frame of the doorway, his broad frame framed by the dim hallway light. The raw vulnerability I had glimpsed in his silver eyes moments ago was gone, replaced once again by the lethal, calculating intensity of the Prince of the Royal Pack. "Missing what?" Jill snapped bitterly, his back pressed against the bookshelf. "You heard the radio, Alexander! Every major city is gone! Municipalities collapsed, military recalled, no safe zones! What part of 'total annihilation' did you fail to understand?"

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

The chair remained. The book remained. But they felt different now. No longer like sacred artifacts. Just memories. Treasured memories. The kind people keep not because they must. Because they want to. The book slowly closed itself. Not dramatically. Not permanently. Gently. Like the final page of a beloved story. Ama watched it happen. Then something unexpected occurred. The cover changed. The title The Last Choice faded. Silver letters dissolved into light. New words slowly appeared. Arthur noticed first. “The title changed.”