Bfdi Death Pact Again Novels & Stories

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

"Are you that horny, you low-life, to spike a girl's drink and then pretend to rescue her! I’m going to fvcking kill you, Rodway!" I grabbed him again and threw another punch at his already broken nose. Blood gushed everywhere, spraying onto the white tiled floor. I was breathing hard, my chest heaved with murderous .

, I looked between them confused, "- but how you guys were at the party, how do you know him ?" "We are working together." Ashton said, "We started a new deal and all-" My eyes widened, "Oh my god, don't, no, you can't, break the deal do something-" Fear coursed in my veins, "I don't know what he is planning behind this, you should cancel it please-" "I understand nothing." Katherine said bewildered, "You are saying mafia and shit, what the hell is happening, i don't understand-" I swallowed hard, "That doesn't matter now."

"There's going to be an exchange on Friday with another mafia gang. But trust me, going there would be the definition of suicidal. This Italian mafia gang is the deadliest in the world, absolutely brutal. And guess what? Miss Felicity, one of the high-ranking members, is leading the team in the field. I'll text you all the juicy details later to keep it away from prying ears. Does that bit of info buy me some time from the Grim Reaper?" "Nope, sorry. It's not enough," Patricia replied firmly. "I'll give you three days. Just three days to get me the locations of three of the high-ranking members. If you can manage that, I might consider postponing your meeting with Death. But if you fail, wel

Damian’s wolf stirred, proud, possessive. Finally, Damian took the dagger, slicing his palm with a deliberate stroke. His blood mingled with theirs, three streams merging into a pool of crimson on the wood. “Now,” he said, his amber eyes sweeping the room, “our fates are tied. Betray this pact, and you will die by my hand.” The words hung heavy, a curse and a promise. Isabella leaned closer, her bloodied hand trembling slightly, though her smirk masked it. “Careful, Damian. A pact with me is a pact with the devil. And devils never die easy.”

“But you can’t – I was promised –“ “I can,” he says, dry, passing a hand between them like a blade. “Our ties are severed, Beatrice. I divorce you, completely, with no rights.” Beatrice’s face pales as she realizes that she lost everything she hoped to gain in her gamble. I feel the crackle of magic and know, perhaps as Anton and Laila cannot, that whatever magic marriage pact Death formed between them is now broken. I go to one knee before Beatrice, realizing that she’s not going to stand up and look me in the eye. Slowly, I think terrified, she turns her face to me.

Turning to me, he said, "We had a deal from the beginning. We had a pact and the plan was to get Anders and Zara. The only reason why we worked together was because we had a common goal we wanted to achieve. But what has happened? Anders is gone. So, there is no reason for us to work together anymore. I do not want us to end our pact here because that will mean becoming enemies once again. In any case, we will have to fight each other, and there would be so many lives lost. So let us do it this way. Let us head back to the pack. From the moment we get to the neutral grounds and go our separate ways, our pact ends, which means our enmity continues. Brandon, say something about this before we

If you don't keep your guard up, sir, I'm afraid you might end up suffering. Smiling faintly, Damian looked at him and declared, "Relax. Lupin White is nothing to fear. If he dares show his face, I'll just beat him up." Fergus had more to say, but Damian waved him down before remarking, "Benedict's 50th birthday is coming up soon. How are you and Mr. Swanson doing with the necessary preparations?" "Rest assured, sir. Everything is ready," Fergus quickly said, his expression turning serious. "On the day of the birthday celebration, the moment Benedict dies, we'll immediately launch an attack on Prestige Group. In three days, at most, we'll wipe out the company."

” “Waow, this is becoming interesting.” “I know we could force Poison to work with us. I keep my options open. Though he seems like a hard nut to crack.” Not long after, Elder Cedric entered the room. He looked into their faces, he saw nothing but. My father's face was hard as rock while Alpha Felix's face was sober. Then he received the news about the death of the two elders. “We are snatching the oil deals from Alpha James company, as the beta of this pack. We will be dealing with the internationals that came to the pack today. The only way to make this happen is that we call the head of the union to down tools again.”

“She’s fading. Don’t get sentimental.” I drew a silver dagger from my sleeve and sliced my palm open. Golden-crimson light bled from the wound, the scent of burning metal filling the air. I held it out to her. “Stand beside me,” I said softly. “Or die trying to stop me.” She stared, jaw tight, then cut her own hand and pressed it against mine. The contact hissed. The blood steamed, glowing with our shared curse. A pact older than sin itself sealed with a breath.