And Then There Were None Novels & Stories

“This ends tonight.” And with that, he pressed a series of buttons on the panel, his fingers flying over the keys with the precision of a man who had nothing left to lose. The machines hummed louder, the countdown accelerating. Then, a deafening silence. The screens went black. The lights cut out. The room plunged into darkness once again. And then—nothing. No sound. No movement. No countdown. For a moment, I thought we had failed. That it was over. But then, a single word echoed through the stillness.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Greg's Pov I didn't know that waiting for a reply is this hard. I couldn't stay still and is always looking at my phone if Gracelyn has replied but hours has passed and there was still no reply. I put down my phone and went out to join my family and relatives on the count down. We all shouted from ten to one until the clock strikes twelve. It is officially Christmas eve. We greeted each other a Merry Christmas and had a sumptous meal. Sadly, Kevin, Fin and Roger couldn't come. I understand that we should be with our family first.

However, none of it had anything to do with me anymore. Realizing the call was still connected, Mrs. Quinn hurriedly shouted into the phone, “Coco, don’t go! I’m going to get justice for you right now! Scamming my son into marriage? She’s just as shameless as her mother!” The flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off, so I hung up and switched off my phone. Just before the line went dead, I thought I heard Zach ask in a trembling voice, “Mom, is that true?”

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

Not from the tower. Not from the forest. From his jacket pocket. He was confused. His phone. No reception. For hours. And yet the screen flashed. A new message. Everyone stared at it. Aren opened it. Then he died. “What is it?” asked Kai. Aren didn't answer immediately. Because he had to read the message twice. Then he read out loud. You think too big. Clara Silence. “What?” The message consisted only of these three words. That's all.

“Shawn, I’m coming to you with our baby.” … I was back at Shawn’s funeral when I opened my eyes again. My body felt translucent. No one could see me. But it was all right. I was dead now, which meant I could see my Shawn again. I scanned the room and searched for his presence. Finally, I saw him. He was standing beside Jenna. I instinctively rushed toward him. “Shawn, I finally found you! We’re having a baby!” However, my hands passed right through him. Shawn did not seem to hear me. He turned to comfort his grieving parents and said, “Dad, Mom, don’t cry. It’s me. I’m not dead.”

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

She thought, "Figures. It's not like the people here are any good. There's no problem with me selling this woman off." This was their territory. As an afterthought, the final concern that bugged her was lifted off her mind. "Sorry for keeping you waiting. I promise that you'll be satisfied with the next item. Let's count down together. "Three! "Two! "One!" The deafening noise was jarring in Olivia's ears. Due to the two drugs in her body, she couldn't figure out what was going on. The only thing she could feel was the ball of flame blazing below her abdomen.

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.