Ann Charles Deadwood Series In Order Novels & Stories

Lindsay and Nicole were a few feet away from her. “He’s dead, man,” Barry said. “We can’t help him, now.” “He took it in the chest,” Troy said. “Fuck,” Brock said with disgust. “Just close the trunk, man,” Barry said. “We can’t leave him out here like this,” Brock argued. “Hell, we can’t take him inside,” Troy said. “His body will start stinking. The only reason we don’t smell anything out here is because it was cold.” “Yeah, and he’s been dead since last night. He has on the same clothes from dinner. Rigor mortis has probably started to set in,” Barry said.

“Lucky for you, it was a small effort on your part to make it happen and not the full energy burst from that snap. Otherwise, you would have been close to DEATH!” Ava took a deep breath, as she was still holding onto the edge of the counter that she happened to be standing at. “Next time, I learn this while I’m lying on the bed. It might be a little bit easier on me.” “Hmm,” Grandmother Willow sounded. As she looked towards the window leading towards the front of the house. “When is this Angel of Death supposed to come?”

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

The scene in the lobby was a still life of slaughter. It wasn’t the random, hungry chaos of the dead. This was… methodical. Calculated. Chairs were overturned not from a struggle, but from a systematic search. Lockers were pried open, their contents—old magazines, a few cans of food, a child’s torn teddy bear—strewn across the floor like garbage. And the bodies… they weren’t just bitten. They were executed.