A Deadly Plot Novels & Stories

He seems pleased with himself for finding a perceived hole in our plan. “I think we could trust these two families to keep our secret until we open.” Garret urges me to share. “Okay. Our bar,” I pause for dramatic effect, “Is a speakeasy.” “Like a prohibition era speakeasy?” Schuyler asks, suddenly more interested in our project. “Yes,” I concur. “We plan to hide a door near the back of the restaurant for club goers to slip through.” “Will your restaurant have the same theme?” Theo asks.

He walked closer to me and I took three steps back. "Home? You call that place home?" He asked and I nodded. "That can't be your home, Snow. Your husband cheated on you with your friend, I heard they were even plotting your demise, he brutally broke the mate bond between you two without even blinking and left you to die. You left that pack in the middle of the night without knowing where you were going and no one looked for you, nobody. You have been gone for what, three weeks now? And still, nobody cares about you or whatever happened to you...."

Splattered on the furniture and walls, dripping from the coffee table, puddled on the floor. And in the center of the bloody mess was the person she had sucked into pure destruction. She realized they would never truly know of her sordid tales and the mess she had created for everyone around her. However, she felt overwhelming guilt that her dark secrets were the reason for their demise. Who knew being in love could be so deadly? *** Six Months Earlier Emile Astor was a murderer.

But if I waited until Riven actually showed up… If I orchestrated it so that Riven was here when Kade died, so that witnesses or better yet, Riven himself could be blamed… I smiled slowly into the darkness. That was the play. Frame the Beta for murdering his Alpha. Turn Riven’s heroic rescue attempt into an assassination plot gone wrong. By the time I finished spinning the story, Riven would be executed for treason and I’d be the tragic survivor who barely escaped with her life. Perfect. I moved back to the fire and settled in to wait, my mind working through the details. I’d need to make it look convincing. Stage it carefully. Maybe even injure myself in the process to sell the story.

When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood. This formidable businesswoman, the president of the Shannon Group, killed herself on a typical afternoon. As her last words, she said, “I have wronged you, Clinton. Understandably, you wouldn’t forgive me. Maybe if we get a next life, you could marry me again?” Even the system was shocked by this. Expressionlessly, it asked me, “Won’t you even look at her?” I said resolutely, “No.” My life was over, and I did not want anything more anchoring me to this world.

I woke up from the nightmare of my stillbirth only to find a new one waiting. In the hallway, I heard my husband, Don Massimo, plotting with the doctor. "Boss, the baby's dead. What if the Donna suspects something?" Valenti, the doctor, added nervously. Pain ripped through my stomach, but I had to hear the rest of his twisted plan. "She won't," his voice was terrifyingly calm. "I'll bring her Bianca's son. I'll tell her he's ours. As for the other one, the dead one… wipe the records clean."

It seemed to her that it was serious. She gripped her phone tighter. “What kind of idea?” He didn’t speak for a while and just when she was about to put the phone away, he spoke. “A dangerous plan, Elena.” She should have been afraid, but instead of fear, she was hopeful. At least now, there was the possibility of finally turning the game around. “I’m listening.” He let out a deep breath. “This is the only way we’ll know for certain who wants you dead.” Her breath hitched and she listened as he spoke.

If her claws could successfully introduce a rare, undetectable toxin into Brooke’s food supply and force her life-force to expire under the guise of natural biological decay, absolute zero wolves within the Shifter Citadel would ever decode that her hand was the true murderer anchoring the plot. If her internal beast was permanently barred from sharing a den with Logan, zero outside females would ever claim the alpha—especially not a common wolf like Brooke. However, her data files lacked the specific coordinates of where Evelyn had originally harvested such an exotic poison, nor did her mind possess knowledge regarding what alternative toxic agents existed on the black market to replicate t

He gives me a subtle nod across the room. “You all remember Tomson Murray, the werewolf rebel leader who I killed a few weeks ago. Apparently, before his death, he was planning on bombing the Royal Palace. I want our primary focus over this next week to be finding out if those plans are still in motion, and if so, who’s leading it and how we stop them.” Several ministers take notes as I speak. Minister Coltain does not. His thoughts are a broken record. He’s the reason Sophia’s dead. He’s the reason Sophia’s dead.

Dalziel was shocked, Heulwen said something that shocked him even more, and now he could only stand there speechless. Heulwen glanced at Atlas and saw him nod, he continued: “Your crimes are not over yet, you still have two major crimes to expose, first, you colluded with Yaretzi to harm the chairman's wife, Daisy, but unfortunately your plan failed, we arrived in time to save her that day.” “The second crime is plotting to kill your grandfather to rob the Drkov Group and the Drkov mansion.” “Who can prove that I did it?” Dalziel heard Heulwen point out his crimes bit by bit, he became more and more frustrated and shouted.