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

“Babe. Thank God you’re here. You should’ve taken action when I told you about Victor, but you refused. Now he’s brought me here by this time to eliminate me.” Alexander was not having any of her game anymore. He had been listening to the conversation. “Cut the game!” he yelled. “I should’ve known how sick you are. The missing trucks, the ambush. Really?” “You’re pathetic.” She said with disgust. You stuck your hand where it didn’t belong, what were you thinking? The others would throw a party and tell you thank you.” Alexander smiled. “You came for the wrong person then.” In a blink, she pulled a gun from her belt and pointed at Alexander who at the sane time pulled his. She pulled the trig

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.

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.

I felt Vicky tap my elbow. "I-I'm Aliana R-Reeves. I've been with Stardom for almost eight years already. They're t-he ones who helped me get to where I am right now in the industry, and they actually opened a lot of opportunities for artists like me. And I-I am forever grateful to them," I said, looking at everyone except him. I want to slap my face right now for stuttering a lot because I can feel him staring as I talk. Anyone in my position would understand. Imagine having a one-night stand with a stranger and hoping you would never see him again. Then one day, he'll just appear, offering a major sponsorship to your agency—the amount of bad luck I have.

Lucian yelled, “NO!” Elara grabbed her phone with trembling hands. Her voice cracked. “911! Please—we need help—there’s been a home invasion—people are hurt—please hurry—!” and she mentions the address. Few minutes later, sirens approached. Damien slumped, losing consciousness. The police burst in minutes later and removed the men. Everything was kept off the news exactly because the Hale name shielded by its influence. Elara sat beside Lucian on the ambulance steps, shaking. Lucian whispered, voice raw, “Elara… the baby… is mine?”

Nobody celebrated, nor did they try to give chase, instead they spent the night cleaning up. Ari in the Falling Oasis as Xasha called it collapsed in exhaustion, "Ari," Mila screamed as she caught her falling little figure. "You did a good job, you need to rest now." "No," Ari said as she struggled to her feet, "take me to restricted block 94." "Why?" Cecile asked.

In the car, the latest financial news was playing on the radio. [Chapman Tech, the rising star in the industry, has declared bankruptcy. Its former CEO, Jason Chapman, once...] Before the reporter could finish, Liam turned off the radio. "Next time you don't like what's playing, just tell me to change the station. No need to be so polite." He looked at me with that same warm smile. I was a little embarrassed and tucked my hair behind my ear. "It's not that. I actually kind of like listening to gossip."

And if Carolina was right, if her cousin was already jealous enough to stir trouble, then Nochebuena might not be the cozy family night I’d promised her after all. The sky had turned a heavy gray, that color that always seemed to hang over Newark before something bad happened. Evening settled in slowly, the kind of calm that didn’t feel earned. We were cleaning up from dinner, Dez was elbow-deep in dishes while Nas fought with the industrial coffee pot, when the call came through. Lou’s voice cut across the station loud and clear. “Station 9, respond to structure fire, multiple alarms. Old ten-story complex on Raymond Avenue. Station 12’s already en route.”