A Great Reckoning: A Novel Novels & Stories

The Reckoning The clock on the dashboard read 3:45 AM as Mimi sped out of the Financial District. The city was a maze of sharp shadows and hostile architecture. Thorne’s final words,a promise of personal and permanent defeat reverberated in her mind, proving that her calculated risk had paid off, but now the consequences were immediate. She was no longer fighting a corporation, she was fighting the man behind it. She had forced Thorne to expose his hand.

I stared blankly into space, thinking about how I would have lost Catherine in less than 24 hours. “If her pulse hadn’t returned, is that how I would have lost her? Is that how everything we had shared would have gone down the drain? Is that how she would have died with me not forgiving her? Is that how we both wouldn’t have had a heart-to-heart conversation and move on with our lives? Is the revenge I am so keen on getting really worth it? I almost lost another soul I love because of the revenge I am so invested in getting!! Am I treading the right path?” I queried myself as tears escaped my eyelids. I shut my eyes, my questions echoing in my mind like the toll of a distant bell. The loud n

RECKLESS HEARTS HEIRS OF THE TRIQUETRA - BOOK 1 ~ MILENA ~ The dog won’t stop barking. Slamming itself against the metal chain link fence outside in the alleyway, as if desperate to escape from what is to come. I could shut the window to block it out, but the heat is unbearable. It feels like the walls are closing in on this already suffocating place. The dog’s owner is yelling at it again. Telling it to shut up, as if that is going to help. It won’t. It never does. He should know that by now.

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

I steered my car inside and stationed it at the carport, beside his dad’s Porsche. Elijah greeted me with a warm hug and ushered me towards their library-like study room. It’s eerily quiet inside, that even her parents bickering wasn’t porous enough to impregnate the room. This is practically perfect for someone who’s easily distracted by the outside world, that you can hear your own heartbeat, or your company’s heartbeat. We leniently sat across the oak table and discussed the succession of the subject. “Where should we start?” Elijah asked. I dived inside my backpack, rustling and rummaging, to empty it and placed them on stacks. I fished out my Algebra notebook and flashed a chapter at El

"Tokyo is breathing down my neck after the Apex screw-up. They want ground, Cleo. Move the cash now." "We're burning through our reserves to do this," Cleo warned, dropping her voice. "Let it burn," Kenji turned back to the window. "We set up the counter-network before Moretti locks down the south side, or we're dead." Warehouse schematics covered the desk inside the manor library. Dominic checked the layout, tapping his pen against the oak. Ella sat across the desk, sorting a stack of contracts. "Union files are officially locked in, Dominic. The Iron Anchor boys are clean."

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

She suddenly noticed the mess on the floor was a broken urn, and, disgusted, shook her shoe, then turned and looked at us, frowning. Only then did Lester, stammering, recount what had happened. After listening, Rosalie patted Lester's shoulder in a calming gesture. She then said to me, "Lester went too far this time. I won't make you pay back the eight million dollars. Consider it my compensation to you. But if you dare gossip to others, I won't hold back." With that, she took Lester's hand, intending to leave. I stopped them. "Aren't you going to ask who passed away?"

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

My fiancee, Ruby Gordon, is the richest person in Glenridge. Yet on day one, she demands we split everything 50-50. "It's the only way I'll know you actually love me and aren't just after my money," she says. I really do love her, so I agree. Five years pass like this. We split the cost of the leather shoes she buys me. We split the pre-marital health checkup. We even split our 5000-dollar rent. Then, one week before our wedding, Mom ends up in the hospital after a car crash. Two bills hit my phone at the same time. One is a 12,000-dollar surgery fee for Mom. The other is my 1,000-dollar share for the wedding suit. Looking at my bank balance, which contains less than 1,000 dollar