To The Last Man Book Novels & Stories

Facing failure isn’t scary; what’s scary is covering your weaknesses with lies, even faking impossible honors. [Hope someone bounces back soon. Repeating a year isn’t a big deal. Jason and I will cheer for you at Cornell.] A row of neatly arranged likes appeared, with Jason’s profile picture first. Then a notification came through, a newly created group chat. I didn’t know who had added me when it started.

Even less could I have imagined that the woman I had loved with my entire soul had never deserved to be called human. My trembling hand reached for the office door handle. But at the very last second, all my strength drained away. Now that I already knew every answer, what was left to ask? Besides, the people inside were faces I never wanted to see again for the rest of my life. Ultimately, I let go of the handle, dragged my suitcase behind me, and turned to leave the office building. After reaching downstairs, I was still worrying about missing the last bus when someone suddenly called out to me from behind.

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

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.

A man in a brown suit came and said, “Mr.Yukioshi, have you finished writing the book? Because you have to finish it by afternoon and after that; sorry to say but you will be executed.” In a grumpy voice Mr.Yukioshi replied, “You will have it before that. I’m almost finished.” Then the afternoon came, the sky was full of golden rays of the sun and during that time Mr. Yukioshi was being taken to be executed. But before that he met that publisher, handed over the book and pronounced his last words, “Hey you, publisher, I’ve a last word. Before you publish that book make sure that Ms. Rafa Jennifer gets to read this book first. I don’t ask anything of you.”

“Tell me, am I wrong for thinking negatively about Maddie?” Eliza drew in a deep breath before nodding. Theo's brows met because of it. "If you do not trust Miss Maddie's love for you then…" Eliza confidently looked at Theo. "You do not deserve her." She added with determination in her eyes. This might be her final moments so she wants it to do something good. Theo stared at her. The guards can feel the tension rising up. It is rare that people go against their god, especially a mere servant. They know that she will be the first and last.

his voice faltered as she thought of the tragic end to this story. " Even if it's the last thing I do. I will risk my life to put an end to his reign of terror. History shall not repeat itself. I will not allow him to win yet again, and I will not allow him to harm my loved ones." Felix sat up on the bed properly. " What do you mean even if it's the last thing you do? No. I will not allow you to die. How can you speak about your death like that? You just said you would never leave me."

The old man watched quietly. "Every story begins the same way." "Someone wonders..." "'What if?'" The child suddenly looked toward Adrian and laughed. Then both the child... and every drawing... vanished like morning mist. The old man handed Adrian the worn notebook. Every page inside was blank. Except the very last one. On it... only one sentence had been written. Never let certainty become the final chapter. Before Adrian could ask another question... the old man's body dissolved into countless tiny lights. Each light floated upward.

He worked slowly, carefully. They came every week after that. I learned the man's name: Damien Voss. The boy was his younger brother, who had autism. They came from a smaller family-their father, Augustus Voss, ran a legitimate shipping empire, neutral territory. That made him safe, and complicated.

Lance answered her with a smile and nod. "Here," He nodded at me to come to the desk. He laid the book down. I paced ahead and stared down at the old book. The pages were dirty yellow with time. I could smell old books. It was so pleasant. He opened the last page of the book, "There," He pointed at the last sentence of the page, "Cold King could lead thee to The Dark Realm." He read the sentence. I stared at the Italian bold letters. "That's it?" Silver asked.