Adam Death Novels & Stories

COLE. “What the fuck did you mean?” I asked. I couldn’t understand. I refused to understand. Adam responded, “The Supreme Alpha is dead.” “And Zane? How’s he doing with the news?” I asked. I heard Adam’s shaky breath. “What is it?” I demanded. “Say it.” “I don’t think it’s the right thing to do now…” Adam said. I threatened him. “Either you talk or God help you if I find out myself.”

I turn away before they notice. But of course they notice. Caspian comes to stand beside me. “Are you okay?” he asks and I nod. “I'm fine.” I reply. Zavian smiles. “You're crying.” he exposes me. “I am not.” I reply, not willing to back down. “You absolutely are.” I wipe my cheek and glare at him but he laughs. Somehow that makes me cry harder. There are moments when happiness feels almost as frightening as grief. Maybe because I know now how quickly a life can change.

Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea. After receiving the pig kidney transplant, Vivian's body began to reject it violently. She was forced to take large amounts of anti-rejection drugs every day. At the same time, Joel released all evidence of her plagiarism online, clearing my name completely. Her once-loyal fans, upon learning the truth, turned on her in fury. They harassed her relentlessly, threatening and attacking her daily until she no longer dared to leave her home. In the end, she ran out of medication and could not reach a hospital in time. Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot.

She reprimanded them, which caused Nora to hold a grudge, later deliberately using news of my death to trigger my mother's heart attack. I also found out that Henry was never once grateful to me at all.

His breathing was slow, deliberate. Liam stood by the window. “Adams,” he said, “we’re not brothers. Not really.” Adams didn’t move. “You’re the son of my older brother,David. He died mysteriously in his sleep when you were just a baby. We never got the full story. The autopsy was mishandled. Covered up.” “What?” Adams choked. “David? I don’t… that doesn’t make sense.”

This action was unprecedented; even in their fiercest fights, she had always kept his contact saved and unblocked, unwilling to lose their call and chat histories. Bradley, concerned about Wade's condition, caught up with him. "I'll drive. I don't trust you behind the wheel right now." In his current condition, Wade would surely crash. Wade remained silent. Once they were in the car, Bradley said quietly, "You know the man too." Wade lifted his gaze. Bradley continued, "It's Chad Hockney." At that name, the forced calm Wade had achieved shattered instantly, replaced by a cold wave of terror and panic. It felt as if an invisible hand had clamped down on his windpipe, stealing his breath.

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"I've been sleeping all day, and at this rate, I fear that I'll put on weight.” Natalia felt sorry for her friend because being alone away from human contact was depressing. "Have you had dinner?" she asked softly. Iris nodded. Fred lounged casually against the wall. "Why are you dressed in black?” Iris asked Natalia, and she exchanged a glance with Fred, hoping he would tell her. "Adonis' dad, Alpha Marcus, has passed away." Iris' mouth dropped open, and she blinked in shock. Natalia sat silently, waiting for her to process the news.

Jack’s cold and hoarse voice rang out in the empty room. Hearing this voice, Adalind trembled with fear. She had watched the previous death livestreams, and now that she heard this voice at the scene, she was so terrified that she almost peed her pants. She also knew in her heart that anyone who played the Death Inquisitor’s games had all died. There were many people who were smarter, stronger, and fiercer than her, but none of them survived, so she completely understood her situation. “I don’t want to play games with you. Please let me go. You’re mistaken. I’m really not a bad woman.”

They chanted loudly and endlessly, “Long live, Sergeant Larson. Sergeant Larson is matchless…” It was an extremely shocking scene for the rest of the people present, especially to the grief-stricken Muricans. Adam was matchless in their hearts, yet Zayn had killed him. Zayn destroyed their belief system violently with his own hands, and they were on the brink of having a mental breakdown. Many people could not hold back anymore and began to cry out loud. Many top-level political figures of Murica turned ghastly pale. They were grief-stricken and Adam’s death was a crushing blow tothem. In fact, they were at a loss as to what to do.