A Lifetime To Settle The Score Novels & Stories

They just continued to watch the scene unfold. Just then, my younger sister Avery Denning's voice rang out from the door. "I'm back, Timothy! I'm here to marry you!" Timothy let go of my neck and quickly took my bridal veil from me before draping it on Avery's head. I was shocked. It seemed like the three of us—me, Avery, and Timothy—had been reborn. In our previous lives, a raging bull had struck Timothy's lower body while he was farming. The doctor had said he'd be impotent for the rest of his life and wouldn't be able to perform his marital duties.

“You don’t have the training! You’ll burn yourself out! You’ll die!” “I don’t care.” I raised my hands, and all the power I’d gathered formed into a spear of pure white light. It was so bright that even the shadow creatures began to dissolve from the glare. “You’ve taken everything from me. From all of us. Across seventeen lifetimes, you’ve destroyed everything we built. But not this time. This time, you lose.” I threw the spear. Sylvester threw his sphere of darkness. They met in the middle of the sky.

"But understand this: if one more truck shows up on that property before a signature is on this paper, the deal is off, and we go to trial." Vivian stood up, smoothing her skirt with an elegant flourish. "We are family and we live in the same house, so we’ll be in touch, Sarah. Do try to get some rest. You look... tired." They walked out, leaving me and Agatha alone in the big room. I sank back into my chair, the adrenaline leaving my system in a cold, shivering wave. "Did we win?" I whispered. Agatha looked at me, her expression grim. "I think what we did is buy time, Sarah. But a settlement with a woman like Vivian will not a walk in the park. In this game, the person who stops looking ove

The laptop screen went black at once. I abruptly leaped up from my chair as my heart pounded in my chest. I would never forget the sound of the circuit breaker being pulled. It was this exact crisp sound in my past life that ruined the million-dollar salary offer I'd worked so hard for 26 years of my life. I pushed the room door open and ran into the living room. In the pitch darkness, I saw Mom standing in front of the electrical box, illuminated by the streetlamp outside the window, a smug smile plastered on her face. She was even doing some calculations with her fingers.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn

Hating the fact that he was talking to me like we were business partners, so formally. “One more thing, just because you have me here doesn't mean it's where I want to be all my life—-” I summoned up courage and continued. He raised a brow and then asked. “Where would you rather want to be?” “College!” I shot at him, without a second thought. “Done!” He responded, and in seconds he turned to leave. Not a single light illuminated his way as he walked out so easily into the darkness. “It wasn't so hard, was it Tory?” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes. As expected, the pills I was given a couple of minutes ago kicked in and in seconds I drifted into deep sleep.

Josh said, “What nonsense. Are you cursing me? I’ll live a long life and grow old with Jasmine until I'm a hundred years old. Wait, I have to live longer than that. I’m several years older than her.” They would share a bed while alive and rest in the same grave when they died. They would be connected in life and death. No. It was not a good time to talk about those ominous things. “You’re so greedy. I think living till ninety is enough. There aren’t many people who can live as long as a century.” Zachary might have said that, but he hoped to live with Serenity until they were two hundred years old. Josh sat on the chair before Zachary’s office table. He smiled and said, “I just received a pi

As she sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath, she said, "How did this happen? I didn't know. I really didn't know... "Liam called me before the surgery. If only I had gone to see him... "I never meant for them to die..." I let out a mocking laugh. There was no medicine for regret in this world. I had long since stopped caring about feelings that came too late. After comforting her for a long time and seeing her emotions gradually settle, Tucker actually smiled and said, "In a way, this is a good thing too. You're no longer tied down by a family. "We can finally be together."

I declared, my voice rising with each word, "now is the time for us to settle our scores. You can't hide from the truth any longer, Zane. You will answer for what you've done, even if it's the last thing I do." With that, I stepped forward, ready to confront him head-on, to finally put an end to the torment he had inflicted upon me and as I stood face to face with him, I knew that this would be a confrontation neither of us would soon forget.