Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel Novels & Stories

It was then I realized why he had come at me like that, his mate was there, and she just felt his death. I called Beherit and let him know it was done. "I said to kill anyone that was in the house, Malik." I cut the call and went upstairs. When I entered the back room there was a woman there holding a baby no more than 5 months old in a pink blanket. Tears were streaming down her face as she clutched the baby to her. "Please spare my baby please." Hearing that mother begging for her child's life twisted my insides and I knew that I needed to get out of here and out of this life. This felt so wrong and I felt that I had been set up.

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

When I pulled myself out of the pile of garbage, covered from head to toe in dirt and filth, I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, this very day was when everything fell apart. Jackson Miller, a poor student, had lost his chance at receiving the national scholarship. Consequently, he threatened to jump off the rooftop in despair. I rushed up there without hesitation to save him and risked my life. Instead of being grateful, he framed me as the one who had pushed him.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"

The unborn baby hasn't committed any crime, so it was also his child, right? I don't know what else to say, but if anything happens to Grace, I'd fucking curse God and kill my fucking self. I blow off their heads like they were nothing because they were actually nothing to me. All I cared about now was Grace. I wanted to see her, to fucking have her with me again. “Don, if you can, search for his right-hand man. He should know where Raymond is” Jack said to me through the ear device. I made my way into the mansion as my men turned the mansion red. I love these men, they showed no mercy and killed quickly. It was like their guns were attached to their hands, they didn't miss at all. Their wea

“Do you have any idea what that did to me?” I move closer, crouching beside her. “I know, Rachael. I’m sorry,” I apologize, my voice heavy with regret. She turns her face away and suddenly looks back at me, her expression unreadable. “Jack is dead,” she says bluntly with no expression on her face. “I just saw his body.” I let out a huge sigh and nod. “I know. I paid him a little visit.” Her brows knit together in confusion. “Wait... when?”

"What more could I do to him? Let's get out of here before the cops come." "Aren't you worried he's going to snitch on us?" "Nope, not one bit." In the distance, police sirens wailed, growing louder, and the men scattered into the night, their footsteps fading into the darkness like smoke. Inside, the kitchen lamp lay shattered on the table, its light extinguished, leaving only shadows to fill the room. Frank's body remained where it had fallen, sprawled face-down on the cold linoleum, a middle-aged, balding man who would never rise again, his hands still curled as though reaching for something just out of grasp. Jack stepped over his father's body without looking down, moving into the livin

Jack. He closed the distance in three strides, slamming Marcus against the SUV and knocking the gun from his hand. “Touch her and you die,” Jack said, voice low and lethal. Guards surged forward, but Lucas arrived in time, cutting them off with a stolen rifle. “Anyone moves, they’re down,” he said, his tone almost bored. Jack didn’t kill Marcus. Not yet. He leaned close instead. “Friday night just became the worst night of your life. By morning, every cop, every rival, and every buyer you’ve ever screwed will know exactly what you are.”