A Deadly Plot Novels & Stories

"Even better! This woman has no legitimate treatment history whatsoever! She was diagnosed with aplastic anemia five years ago, but it was nowhere near severe enough to require a bone marrow transplant! "All her medical records were forged by private doctors she paid off! She's been lying to Mason this entire time! "She's using this whole charade to push you out of your position as Mrs. Clarke, then eliminate your child once she gets what she needs!" After Eleanor finished, I felt strangely calm—phase two of my plan had worked perfectly. Every suspicion I'd had was now confirmed. This supposed life-saving mission had been nothing but an elaborate con job and attempted murder from the very be

“They’re watching everything. Listen carefully. We have one move left, and it ends tonight.” The air inside the shuttle thickened. “Say it,” Bianca whispered. “Tell me what you’ve done.” “The world needs us dead,” he said. “If we want peace, we burn it all. Every record, every trace. The Blood Kingdom dies at dawn.” She understood instantly. A clean slate. A resurrection through ashes. Bianca closed her eyes. “Then we die beautifully.” Hours later, the plan was in motion. Across the globe, encrypted broadcasts hit the feeds: Footage of an attack on the Ashford Compound explosions, gunfire, collapsing towers. Smoke curling into the sky like a requiem.

“Crazy bitch has been obsessed with killing Leo ever since he put a bullet in her fiancé’s head last year, Leo wasn't even aware she had a lover, Leo never killed him but I did. The bastard owed me a little sum and refused to pay and to worsen everything, her mother gave the whole Empire to Leo despite being so young, Can’t say I blame her.” My heart pounded and she lifted a gun. “Don’t…” I whispered as if I was there. “Now she gets to do what none of us could,” he continued. “Kill the infamous Leo Moretti. Right in the fucking heart.” “No—no, no, no, no—” “Relax,” he chuckled, “if she doesn't finish the job, we’ve got options. There’s always the rats in the sewer prison. But the point is, y

"Let's solve this amicably, Sebastian, give me five more days. She'll be yours again and be powerless." "Tell that shit to Lucifer in hell!" I said coldly and snapped his neck to death but he begged. "Please, at least let me tell you what your men are plotting against you." I frowned and released his neck. "What did you just say?" He coughed out so loud and cursed, sighing in relief. "Damn, I can't believe you almost killed me!" "Speak Gray!" "The war that's coming for you isn't just created out of the blue. One of your men is plotting your downfall through that war."

“I swear to you, I’m not. Someone is plotting against him. Someone powerful. They want to take his place.” I crossed my arms, hugging myself tightly. “That’s not news. I already know the elders are a threat. I figured that out myself. You’re not telling me anything new. Now get out before I scream.” I turned my back on him, a dismissal. I wouldn’t let him manipulate me again. “It’s already started, Antalya!” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “The plot… it’s in motion. He’s already been poisoned.” I froze. My breath hitched. Poisoned. The word echoed in the silent room. I couldn’t move.

I said. Dante opened the case with shaking hands, blood still dripping from multiple wounds. He pulled out documents and photographs, spreading them across the war room table. What we saw made my blood run cold. The assassination plot was real. But it was bigger than we imagined. Not just killing moderate Council members. Killing every Alpha who had ever spoken for reform. Including Marcus. Including Freya. Including every ally who had ever helped us. Hundreds of names on a death list. And the attack was scheduled for tomorrow night.

Tragedy had struck, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. It all began when Alex received a call from an unknown number. The voice on the other end was frantic, pleading for help. It was Sarah, our dear friend who had become entangled in the dangerous web of Johnson's deceit. She revealed that Johnson had orchestrated a plot to destroy Alex's wayhouse and underground drug markets. He had used Sarah as a pawn to distract us, while he executed his sinister plan. With a mixture of anger and determination, Alex and I rallied our resources and assembled a team to thwart Johnson's scheme. The stakes were high, and the danger loomed over us like a dark cloud. But our love and the bond we s

“That’s flattering. You writing me a LinkedIn recommendation or something?” Bill ignored that. “This place runs on whispers. Somebody knows how Malik ended up dead and Diego slit his neck hours later. That’s two bodies in one day, Jordan. That doesn’t happen by coincidence.” “Maybe the food’s just gotten worse,” I deadpanned. Bill didn’t smile this time. “No. This was planned, drafted, and executed. And even though both main players are gone, there’s always someone left holding the blueprint. I need that person.” “And you want me to be your little bloodhound.”

He's as unsettled as I am. Logan exhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Ignorance is bliss, Andrea," he mutters. "You won't be able to unknow it, and it won't change anything. Do you still want to know?" She hesitates. Then nods. His tone softens, barely. "Three things. You don't interrupt, and you don't ask questions after. Understood?" Another nod. "One." His voice is steady, almost clinical. "Dorathy and Cade's plane didn't go down by accident. It was a targeted attack."

He pleaded. "That's not how it works. Tell me what you have heard about me in the streets? What did people warn you about when it came to making deals with me?" "They said never to cross the Deadly one, to do so-" he paused, shaking his head. "To do so would be a death sentence to not only you but your family. But I didn't think I couldn't pay you back. I was one win away from getting it all back. I can get it all back." I let out a low chuckle.