A Face To Die For Iris Johansen Novels & Stories

Prince eyes darkened as he looked at me and suddenly, he had my face in his grip, tilting my head to look at him. “You saved my life, Iris and that’s something I will forever be grateful for but you really shouldn’t have done what you did” My eyes narrowed, “Why not? He tried to kill me, then Logan before you. I had to do something to stop him” I said sharply, feeling my own anger rise to the surface at the memory of him hurting the people I care about. “You didn’t just stop him, Iris. You killed him” He said the last word in a whisper as he stares into my eyes deep.

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

Iris turned to look at her, and for the first time, there was something almost gentle in her expression. "He'll die," Iris said simply. The words were delivered without softness or apology, just a statement of fact. But they hit Gianna like a physical blow nonetheless. Her heart shattered at the finality of those two words. "Then what was the point of all this?" Gianna demanded, her voice rising with a mixture of despair and anger. "What was the point of everything—of the curse, of the choices, of me coming here—if he's just going to die anyway? That wasn't the plan. That can't be the plan."

The meal was heavenly. Not being able to stop myself, I took another spoon and I could have taken yet another but when I caught Iris staring, I dropped the spoon. “Her name?” I asked, wiping the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. A small laugh fell from Iris’ lips. “Gabriella. She was Gabriella Feywin.” The dread that came with the word ‘was’ was impossible to ignore. “How did she die?” Iris eyed the tray in my arms and I took that as my cue.

"You’ve destroyed our exit. You’ve killed us both for a moment of spite." "I didn't kill us, Silas," Iris shouted back, her voice cutting through the roar of the fire. "I just closed the account. You wanted the resonance? You wanted the heat? Here it is." She looked at me, and even through the smoke, her green eyes were burning with a terrifying, absolute clarity. She wasn't an accountant anymore. She wasn't a victim of a name. She was the woman who had just burned the bridge so we could fight on the wreckage.

“I ordered him to be killed not by the name of the police, but by the name of your fucking lover, Detective Anderson.” Iris started to get nervous. She couldn’t utter a word, nor think of an excuse. Suddenly, she felt like her tongue disappeared and her guts went away, betraying her. “N-No, he isn’t,” she stuttered, still trying to get away with it even if it was impossible.

Rowan’s POV I stood frozen behind the one-way glass, staring at the woman who had Iris’s face but…wasn’t Iris. Raven. Maximus’s dead mate was inside Iris’s body. “What the hell?” I mumbled to myself, my ears ringing. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. Inside the interrogation room, Iris (or was it Raven?) chuckled to herself. She looked entertained, almost gleeful as she watched Lucas’s expression. “Oh, this is rich,” she said with a laugh. “The look on your face right now, Lucas. It’s priceless.”

As she struggled to get free from it, the hand jerked her toward him. Iris screamed, “Leave me, fucker!” The fear and anger burned in her eyes as they turned red. Tears were flowing down her face. A tight grip on her face caged her as he squeezed it hard. Iris cried in pain. The grip was hard enough that with a little more pressure, it could break her facial bones. Iris’s hand moved desperately, trying to get free, but he only tightened it, creating insane pain for Iris. “Leave it, Zane. Are you really planning to break this beautiful face?” he said with a wicked smirk as he coated his lips with saliva, scanning her from head to toe with a filthy gaze.

Iris sputtered blood slightly smiling at Elisa's scared face. "Tell me who knows about this?" Elisa roughly gripped her hair. Iris refused to tell her the person she shared the information with. Well not all of the plans but she did warn Eris about Elisa's viciousness. Seeing that Iris will not open her mouth Elisa kicked her stomach and she groaned in pain. "He dies tonight anyways and we will paint the whole DarkMoon pack with blood. Enjoy your last hours of life." Iris was left there dying on the cold floor. Slowly losing her consciousness a pair of red eyes was the last thing she saw.

“What did you say? She’s dead? That’s impossible! This isn’t on me! I didn’t do anything! I just did what you told me, which was to take the locket and beat her up! Her death has nothing to do with me!” The officer’s expression grew solemn. He stepped forward and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto Lenny’s wrists. “No. You’re wrong. Our investigation shows that Daisy died from an internal organ rupture caused by excessive force. Maybe you didn’t intend to kill her, but her death is directly connected to what you did.” Lenny froze. Fear flooded his eyes. He understood better than anyone what it meant when they said an eye for an eye. That was why, no matter how reckless he usually was, he only e