And Then There Were None Novels & Stories

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

A door that required nothing borrowed, nothing stolen, nothing that left traces in blind zones or legacy layers. Gone. We move to contingency. Tonight. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.

The ground shook. Sana grabbed Nia and pulled her away from the wall. “Whatever you’re planning, do it quickly.” The older Emma looked at Sana. “You don’t have much time.” Sana frowned. “None of us do.” “No.” Her eyes darkened. “You don’t understand.” She pointed at the countdown. 03:58:12. The numbers continued falling. “This isn’t counting down to the apocalypse anymore.” I looked at the screen. “Then what is it counting down to?”

" Now you listen to me and listen to me good, you'd better take your sorry ass and that thing, you claim is mine out of here. This better be the last time you show your filthy self here or else I will end you. ~~~ End of flashback ~~~ I'm here again, I'm back here again. I take a step back as the words play repeatedly in my mind, I feel my eyes well up as it sinks in that I am here, where I was humiliated and kicked out. I am back here as if nothing had happened and that is wrong. The ice cream slips from my hands when I'm hit with the memory of Mr Cullen, dragging me out and I landing on the ground. I almost lost the baby because of that.

Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Blood was oozing out from everywhere. I cannot breathe. I don't want to die but I can't help it. Adriano. Adriano. I try to speak but words did not come out from my mouth. I am paralysed with immense fear and couldn't move. I am dying. Save me. Adriano. . . . . . . Adriano.

I waited until it was close to midnight—I had three minutes to go. I started thinking back on my life, but it was too simple and plain. There didn't seem to be much to remember. My life had been a tragedy from the moment I was born. The minutes turned to seconds, and I slumped onto the table. I had my urn and photo beside me. Five, four, three, two, one… The countdown ended, and a dead silence descended upon me. The room went silent—even the sound of my breathing disappeared. At the same time, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Someone was back!

Rachel doesn't like being disturbed during meals, so stop calling. "One more time and I'll block your whole family." To them—Joel and Michael—Chloe and I were just two jealous women causing drama. They didn't care that we had just given birth to stillborns. People from both the Brooklyn and Murphy families came as they were worried sick about us. But Joel and Michael were the only ones who didn't show. On the day of the funeral, Chloe still refused to give up. She tried calling Michael, but by then, he had blocked everyone even remotely connected to her.

> “You haven’t won” > “You’ve only bought time”. The screen went dark. And Damon knew— This was no longer war. This was obliteration.