Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel Novels & Stories

“What’s there to be afraid of? It’s all done now. I have to say, Rose, I underestimated you. You’ve proven yourself worthy of James’ legacy.” I blinked, confused. “What are you talking about? Do you realize what Jack will do if he finds you here? He’ll kill us both without hesitation!” Brad smirked, completely unfazed by my panic. “Wait… you don’t know yet, do you? Jack is dead. He was poisoned. It’s all over the news. You finally avenged the pack and your father. James would be proud if he were alive to see this day.” My blood turned cold. “What?” I managed to whisper, my mind spinning.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

Each cough sent waves of pain through my frame, though none of it hurt as much as the pain in my chest did. Just as I was losing consciousness, I saw paramedics rushing in to rescue people. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed. The room was eerily quiet. Every now and then, I could hear nurses whispering in the hallway outside. "I heard that famous lawyer, Ms. Hudson, is in the room next door. She's keeping her first love company. I never thought someone who looks so cold on TV could be so gentle with her boyfriend!" "Yes, they make such a great couple!"

They stripped me and filmed my naked body from every angle. "Isn't this too much?" one of them muttered. The leader sneered. "Too much? This is nothing. Don't forget what Esme said. If Claudia dies, it's her problem. So, let's enjoy ourselves!" Laughter filled the room as they advanced on me with their batons. I kept backing away and screamed, only to be dragged out and beaten mercilessly. With the last of my strength, I typed out a message on my phone. No one knew what reply came back. They saw me smile, and then the smile twisted into sobs. I hit my head hard on the ground, and I never breathed again.

Until Death-chapter 26 Theme: Surprised or Shocked, part 2 "How is that possible?" I asked no one in particular, my mouth still open in incredulity as the scene in front of me unfurled itself. Surprise is the military soldier's transformation that just turned into a reaper's warrior. The second is Ryan, so he was the reaper's leader all this time. That means he killed both my foster and biological dad. Lastly, my team.

Her second phone buzzed; She answered. “Where are we on the mission?” a clipped voice demanded. “Phase one is complete,” Angelique said. “He’s in love. I’ll begin phase two tonight.” “Good,” the voice replied. “When you transfer H and Sash to your name, kill him. Brutally.” A slow smile crept across her face. “You’ll have it done,” she said, and ended the call. Her normal phone vibrated immediately. She scowled—then saw Trunks’ name and felt the practiced smile return.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The ground hadn’t been able to hold him. The water would, and the ice. New plans had been made. Soon, a new trap would be waiting. * Jack stood over his grave in the gathering dusk once again, yellow police tape flitting in the wind around him. Should have stayed at the bar where it was warm, gotten another beer. But he was here once again, at a place he hated yet couldn’t walk away from. He needed a new lead. He needed some progress, dammit. At least one step forward.

my phone beeped, and I furrowed my brows, bringing the phone to my face and saw that the battery was dead. "Darn it," I grumbled and quickly plugged the phone into my charger. Slowly, I got up and walked up to Jack. I could feel his body tense, the light from his phone illuminating his face. "Jack," I muttered under my breath, my hand creeping up on his shoulder. He jerked, and I frowned, then folded my hands. "Okay, what did I do?" I finally asked, and he sighed and pushed his phone into his pocket. "Nothing."

"I'm telling you, Elena, I don't know anything! Please, don't do this!" I cocked the gun, my finger trembling on the trigger. "Last chance, Jack. Tell me the truth, or die." Daniel's voice was desperate, trying to reason with me. "Elena, think about what you're doing! This isn't you!" But I wasn't listening. I was beyond reason, consumed by my desire for revenge. Daniel's hands grasped for the gun, trying to wrestle it from my trembling fingers. We struggled, the gun wavering between us, until suddenly it went off again. This time, the bullet struck Jack's forehead, and he slumped forward, dead.