9-1-1: Lone Star Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

“You had a nice journey I guess.” “Very nice indeed. I had one of the best times in my life.” He added. Alexander looked at Victor with a little frown across his face, while Victor smiled mischievously. Kristine’s phone rang and she hurriedly took the when she saw it was from Camille. “What is the problem?” Alexander asked when he noticed the frown on Kristine’s face after she dropped the call “I can’t seem to hear her clearly, but she sounds not too good.” Kristine replied and stood up, ready to leave.

On the day Howard and his new wife held their wedding, Monica disguised herself as a server and slipped into the venue. Then, in front of everyone, she rushed to the stage and slashed at them with a knife. Howard died at the scene from massive blood loss, while his wife was gravely injured and left unconscious. Monica didn't try to run. She was arrested on the spot when the police arrived. The whole family was shaken when the news broke. Aunt Lorelei fainted on the spot and had to be rushed to the hospital. I instinctively touched the spot on my chest where I had been stabbed in my last life.

I was left here in this cold, heartless place. The tears started again, hot and fast, and for a wild, desperate second, I reached for my phone to call him – to scream, to beg, to ask to take me away from this den of wolves. But the pride – stopped me. He had chosen to abandon me, forced me to stay here and that betrayal was a wound that refused to heal, festering under the weight of my loneliness. This was so unfair. I was lost in the storm of my own weeping when a sharp, rhythmic knock at the door shattered the silence.

Even details of my past, Mom's illness, and distant relatives were dragged through the mud. Tracie looked down at me lying lifeless on the floor and slightly softened her tone. "Don't worry. Public opinion moves fast. I'll have PR leak a celebrity scandal to bury this incident tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll have my men protect you and your mom…" "No need," I said in an eerily calm voice. "Can I see her now?" She nodded and pointed to the wounds on my body. "I'll have my men take you there. They can treat the wounds on your head on the way."

‎The rest was drowned out by laughter. ‎I was close to my office door when something in me shifted. ‎Instinct. ‎Something was wrong. ‎My phone rang. ‎A notification. ‎I thought it was Ryo. ‎But it was an unknown number. ‎I opened it. ‎A picture loaded. ‎Ryo. ‎Tied to a chair. ‎Scared. ‎Looking straight into the camera. ‎Under the image, a message: ‎Meet us by 4 at Lincoln Highway, Street 5.

“Who are you talking to? That cousin again, or someone I don’t know?” I had just finished confirming my flight. I locked the screen. “I was reading the news.” His face darkened even more. He snatched the phone from my hand and demanded the passcode. “Our anniversary,” I said. Nine years together. Six simple digits. He entered them once. Then again. Then a third time. The phone stayed locked in his hand. By the time we returned to Blackthorn House, neither of us had spoken another word. The car had barely stopped before he helped Lyra upstairs, one arm wrapped around her waist as if she might break.

“This is her burden.” Cayla finally reached the lower ledge—a narrow strip of rock where she could stand, just a few meters above the cavern floor. From here, it looked deceptively easy. But as she stepped forward, the stone cracked beneath her feet. Time slowed. A groan echoed through the cave, and with a sickening lurch, the ledge collapsed. She screamed as she fell. She didn’t have time. The fall wasn’t far, but it was enough. Her back hit the rocks first, the impact jolting through her spine. Then the water embraced her.

Panic swelled in my chest like a wave crashing over a dam. Then, my phone rang and it showed No caller ID. “Hello, are you Ella?” asked a voice from the other end. “Yes, I am. Who is this?” I answered cautiously. “This is Doctor Liam from Evergreen Hospital. I’m calling to inform you that Mr. Denver was involved in a shootout several hours ago. He’s in critical condition.” My phone slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor but I barely noticed.

He parted his lips, his eyes full of sorrow. "Jaycie..." He barely whispered her name before the sound of the call disconnecting filled his ear, followed by the beep of the phone. He froze, stunned. When he tried to call her back, he realized the number was no longer reachable. Had she blocked him? He tried reaching out through other means, but each message indicated that it had failed to send. Defeated, Cole collapsed onto the couch, his eyes falling back to the stack of documents in front of him. He stared at the pile, feeling the weight of both anger and grief rising in his chest. Without thinking, he swept the papers off the table in a violent motion.

“She’ll be at the shelter Friday night. After the meal run. If she wants to talk, she’ll step outside. If she doesn’t, don’t follow her. Don’t make this worse.” Meekey nodded, hands trembling slightly. “Thank you.” Zoe stood. “Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got one shot.” As she walked away, Meekey gripped the note in her hand like it was made of glass. One shot. And this time, she wasn’t going to miss.