All Out 2 Novels & Stories

I looked at the evidence in my hands. At eight o'clock that night, I went live across every platform I had. The stream title was: "Let's Settle This Now."

"Jean, you don't blame me anymore? That's great. I know I was wrong. Just wait for me to get out, okay? I'll make it up to you." I looked at him coldly. "No. I still blame you."

he stammered, his voice barely audible amid the swirling chaos of emotions. Blake, his eyes burning with a resolute determination, cast a chilling gaze upon the captive scientist. His voice dripped with icy disdain as he spoke, sending a shiver down the scientist's spine. "You're doomed," he declared, the words hanging in the air like an unyielding verdict. "Now that you've laid eyes on us, none of you will survive. Andrew, do you have something to restrain them?" "Yes, their own clothes will suffice," Andrew replied without hesitation. He swiftly tore off a man's shirt and used it to securely bind one of the captives. Following Andrew's lead, Blake, and Matt did the same with the remaining

A slim hand patted Tanner on the shoulder as Rina staggered by, face pinched with pain, “I’m on it.” Knight peered around Tanner to see Xander had managed to free Angel and Ysa and was in the process of getting Bones out of his cell. “We need to get out of here. What’s our status?” “FUBAR, sir,” Nova said succinctly around a feral grin that promised things would turn around quickly.

With all the officers down, I look toward the crowd of people as they all step back. Holding out my hand, I turn the speakers on. "Bow before me," I order, "Bow. Now!" The people scream as they drop to their knees. While they drop to their knees, sensors in the armor come on, showing me four dots directly behind me. "The OutCasts," I say, turning around. "A pleasure to meet most of you for the first time." QuickShot:

TWENTY-FOUR Collins stood before Ajax's black raspberry farm. The array of trees scattered on the landscape was a beautiful sight to behold. So was the bright orange glow of the sunset sinking into the horizon. Watching it, he had flashbacks of several moments like that. Those would be he and April watching the sunset every week while they ate burgers. It was a sacred moment that stopped when her condition became severe as she didn't need much exposure to the sun. Collins squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the way the light dimmed in her eyes with each day that drew her close to her deathbed.

"I just want her to know she has no right to make a scene. She can lose me at any time." And I, in the next room, kept calling his name until the last of my strength was gone. Then I finally closed my eyes. Several hours later, Julian walked out of the studio fully dressed. Two men approached him. They looked satisfied and excited, scrolling through an auction livestream on a phone. "Incredible. That figure has to be at least a D." "Ha, when the auction starts, I'm buying one no matter what." Julian accidentally glanced at the phone. He rushed over and grabbed the man's collar, eyes bloodshot. "Whose photos are you looking at?"

My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first. I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire. But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request. "Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!" The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled. I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

I exhale and slip into my room, closing the door behind me. The dress comes off in a puddle of silk on the floor. I stand in front of the mirror in my bra and underwear, and I barely recognize myself. My hair is a mess. My lips are swollen. There's a mark on my collarbone—a bruise, dark and small, the shape of his mouth. I touch it. My fingers come away warm. I pull on a t-shirt and sweatpants, the baggiest ones I own, and I'm about to open the door when I hear it—Caleb's voice, low and easy, answering something Callum said. Laughter. The clink of bottles.