May I Ask For One Final Thing Novels & Stories

"Why are you asking? You looking too?" She hesitated just long enough that I had my answer before she said anything. "I have to know," she said, quiet. "I can't just sit around waiting for a test that's still two months away while everyone else in my life falls apart around a question I don't have an answer to. I have to at least try." "That makes sense." "Please don't tell him I asked you this." There it was. The exact request I'd known was coming from the second she said his name in that careful, deliberate way, and I felt the weight of it settle into my chest immediately, heavier than it had any right to be for something that sounded so small on the surface.

He furrowed his brows as he waited for me to continue. “I would like one more night with my family—one more night of normalcy before I am taken away from all of this. I want to give them a proper fair well. Could you at least give me that?” I asked. He let go of my face and took a step back. I bit the inside of my cheek as I stood there waiting for him to answer.

But my results were still being finalized. “Will you let us know if anything changes?” I asked. “Of course, Ms. Étoile.”

I think it's good for us. "Is your decision final, huh?" He asked me. I shook my head before I speak to him. "Yes. My decision is final. Why are you still asking, huh? Don't you believe what I said to you?" I inquired. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath before answering me.

She was dumbfounded for a moment as she stared at me. "I will only repeat the question because I want an answer now. As I said before, I came here to warn you for the last time. That being said, my question is, will you reject the Alpha's proposal?" she asked. "Luna Morgana, you said this is the last time you will warn me, so, the answer I will give you will also be my final answer to your question. After answering your question today, I will never answer you again if you as me," I said bluntly.

That and he’d be leaving me alone on the penthouse essentially. “I have…an odd request. It’s the only one I can think of at the moment.”

“God knows I need one right now.” “Yes, please do.” As we wait for the coffee to arrive, we continue sitting across from each other and looking into each other’s eyes. I keep expecting him to say something but he doesn’t—I don’t know if it’s because he keeps changing his mind or whether I’m the one getting the wrong idea. Once the coffee arrives and the security guards and the waiter leave, we’re finally alone again. He asks me, “Could I ask you one more thing?” “Yes,” I say after adding sugar to my coffee. “Of course.”

“What do you want?” “I want to burn your body and spread it next to my mother's grave as fertilizer,” I said coldly. “I'm afraid I can't promise you that,” Mickle said. “Never. I suggest you ask for something real.” “I only have one request, as I have just said.”

I bowed my head in shame, regretting ever making that phone call that night. “I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so I'm going to grant you one last request since today is going to be your last day anyway.” She squatted in front of me. “I will answer any three questions you have honestly, so think carefully and ask me what you really want to know.”

“I’m not a Call Boy.” “I will agree to the marriage conditions. But I do have one thing to ask of you.” “What is that?” “I need to make one stop.”