Romans & histoires Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel

Sasha walked into her apartment, her body still trembling from what had happened at the café. She could still feel the weight of the gun in her hand, the sound of the shot ringing in her ears as Jack collapsed to the ground. His last words haunted her "Is Ethan worth killing me over?", repeating over and over in her mind. She had killed Jack—her friend, her brother.

she adds. A flicker of satisfaction moves through me - but not relief. Derrach's death was long overdue. Yet some part of me had wanted to be the one to end him. Raven sees it in me. "He has the most tragic, terrifying and most painful death." she says gently. I nod once. "What's the plan now?" I ask. Cyre steps forward and places a book on my desk. It's cover is cracked leather, bound with symbols I don't recognize .

I didn't kill Felix. Death was too merciful for him. As the wolfbane's poison rapidly coursed through his veins, his struggles gradually became weaker. In the end, Felix lay completely still on the floor. Only his eyes, full of fear and pleading, continued to frantically dart around. It was perfect. This was the state that I wanted Felix to be in—trapped within his shell of a body while remaining completely lucid. That way, he would be faced with his own hopelessness for the rest of his days.

Knowing that he was someone who barely showed such a face, they all knew he had some big news for them. "What is it?" an agent asked. "It's Tang Yazhu! Our best agent! I just heard the news from the Senior Elders! She's dead! She didn't survive!" After Geng Jun finished announcing, the place fell into a deep silence. As for Qiao Dong, his world shattered along with the silent cafeteria. "I told you, didn't I? No one can leave this place." Someone sighed, "So, not even our top agent could successfully execute this mission."

The General watches all this on his horse as he strokes the silver stubble beard on his face. “Death has come to you, Bloodsucker.” His voice confirms my doom. I didn’t think at first that I could actually die from Jack’s plan, but what if he tricked me? What if his plan all along was so that I could be delivered into the hands of General Ross? Jack is a deceptive alpha, and I think I have just fell prey to one of his many deceits. My strength is fleeting, and fear is filling up my heart. Is this how I am going to die?

He leapt from the car, extinguisher in hand—but it was already too late. He radioed in, voice flat. “Police. Now. We need a cleanup team.” Hours later, yellow tape crisscrossed the lot. Drones buzzed overhead. CSI teams worked under floodlights, cataloguing blood trails, bullet casings, and ash. Six body bags lined the pavement like broken promises. Jack stood in the center, surrounded by death. His team—his family—gone. He stared at the bodies, eyes cold and hollow. “What the hell am I going to do?”

"Yeah, if he didn't calculate the data, how did he know there was a problem?" "A life for a life! I heard the student who died was about to start his PhD program." I saw all the harsh comments directed at me and watched as Logan and Kaley falsely accused me. At that moment, I no longer understood the point of my rebirth. Did I come back to save them… or to save myself? I had saved them this time, but would my ending be the same as in my previous life?

''We traced his phone call with Salim to the untamed forest around the Gulf Coast, and a search team has been despatched to the forest on the Chief of Police's order. Smith's report aroused Miriam's curiosity. She felt the strands on her skin rising and yearning for more news surrounding the once-loyal bodyguard of the vice president who turned an overnight killer and was sentenced to death by the Magistrate court. Unlike the other cops, she had a surprisingly different opinion about Jack's involvement in the Tony's murder. She wouldn't be budged by Smith's report, however. ''Jack is a dead and forgotten man. It's grossly unprofessional to drag a dead man into the case we have at hand now,''

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.