Abandoned Am Wilson Novels & Stories

They rode through this scene of wreck for a mile or two, and then Wilson stopped his horse. “I don’t want to see no more, boys,” he announced. “Looks to me like this camp’s plumb ruined. I reckon we’ll all have to hunt another job right soon.” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Morris, encouragingly. “It ain’t all as bad as right here. And then, Burnam’s got the river orchard.”

“Let’s go.” We didn’t go far — not at first. A safehouse Callum’s friend, Will Abrams, had offered. Will was a criminal defense attorney, the kind you called when every other call was too risky. His cabin was an hour out of the city, hidden deep in a tangle of pines, with no neighbors for miles. The first night was almost peaceful. Almost. I stood outside on the porch, the sky stretched wide and clear overhead. Callum joined me after a while, two mugs of coffee in hand. He pressed one into mine, and for a moment, we just listened to the silence.

Charlie’s eyes sharpened, "Zach, you've helped me make so much money, I trust you. I'll let you in on a secret then. There's actually a bigger factory in West Ridge, owned by the Wilson family, but it’s been abandoned." As he spoke, there was a hint of pride in his eyes as if he owned the factory himself. Zach pretended to be clueless and probed further, "The Wilson family? I've never heard of their factory. How can it be possible that it's bigger than Sanders and I've never seen it?" Charlie cleared his throat, "It’s long been abandoned. I was lucky enough to get out alive back then." His gaze drifted as if he was trying to peer across time to see the Wilson factory of the past. It seemed h

Cracks spread across the meeting room's reinforced bulletproof glass. "We're under attack!" White smoke flooded the space, blinding everyone. Anthony's first instinct was not to reach for a weapon. He bolted for the exit. "Mabel!" A surge of panic tore through him. When he burst back into Mabel’s building and shoved open the half-closed door, the room was empty. Mabel was gone. "Don! Everyone stationed at the armory is dead! The arsenal has been taken over! And the security system was cut off in advance!"

He poured Willow a cup of hot coffee himself, then turned and went back to his seat. Back in the VIP ward, Maria was also watching the last and most vicious wave of online abuse on her phone, calm as ever. Those vicious smears no longer stirred anything in her. She was only thinking about the net she weaved, which was finally tightening. In Melvin's safehouse, Eleanor and Melvin saw the news that Wilson was dead, too. The weight on their hearts had finally and completely dropped. Eleanor swirled the wine in her glass, pleased with herself.

Another notification popped up on my phone screen this time around it was a text from Dorothy, my best friend. “EVELYN, CODE 5050” Her message was written in bold caps. It was our emergency code. We usually use the CODE 5050 when something bad has happened. My mind jogged back to my mum's text. Slowly, I placed the pieces together. Was dad really in danger?

"Lila... come back. Please... The pup... It's born and safe. What you did... to Rebecca... I forgive it. All of it! It was just... stress. My words... they were moon-madness! I swear on the Moon Goddess's pale face! Rebecca... she means nothing. You're the only one I've ever loved. Please, don't be angry. I was wrong." He sank to his knees, "If you don't want her... Just send her away... right now... just say something... Please... Please... answer me... Don't leave me in this silence..." His voice dissolved into harsh, wrenching sobs, the sound of a dominant Alpha utterly broken, shattering against the uncaring stone floor.

he said. “Dinner,” she said. She closed the door. From Zoe’s room she heard Lily say with great authority: “I think you should draw a dog.” And Zoe say: “We don’t have a dog.” And Lily say: “Not yet.” Bianca stood in her hallway and smiled at the closed door. Then her phone buzzed. Not Daniel this time. Not Kemi. A number she had never seen before with a single line. My name is Marshall. We need to talk about what Ingrid did. There are things you don’t know yet. Things that go back further than the foundation.

Lane shrugged. “Thank you so much for this valuable information. We promise that we are going to find the culprit of this abduction.” Lane smiled before he motioned Amber toward the door. “Goodbye sweetheart.” Amber breathed heavily before they left. Gloria whimpered covering her face as she shed tears. At an abandoned building, a brown board that was covered in dirt hung loosely with the name 'FIREHOUSE' boldly printed on it. The abandoned house looked like it was destroyed due to a fire outbreak. Cornell forced the old man into the front room, he fell and his hands crashed on a broken wood that pierced through his palm. He screamed holding his hand as blood gushed out and he looked at Corn

She knelt beside my body, gripping my cold, stiff hands, her sobs raw and unrestrained, a sound reminiscent of a wolf mourning its dead pup. "Ava, my little girl..." Her voice cracked, breaking into a heart-wrenching wail. It was the kind of grief that could shatter souls, a primal sound that resonated with the wolves who heard it. I reached out instinctively, desperate to touch her, to soothe her pain—but I had no physical form. My whispers of comfort dissipated into nothingness. She sought justice, as any mother would. She went to Lucas, demanding answers–Demanding to know why he abandoned her daughter in a place that no wolf should ever be left to die.