Cerita Fatal Intuition Novels & Stories

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

"Because the way you two keep circling each other, I think you're both waiting for the other one to blink first. And neither of you is going to." She closed the book. "Vera. He found us in an alley with nothing. He turned us. He built his entire schedule around making sure we were safe for the first three years because he didn't trust anyone else to do it." A pause. "Whatever he is to you right now, don't throw that away over pride." I hadn't answered. In the hall now, someone near the back called out: "She's playing old home videos to buy sympathy." "Seraphine is dead ten years and this is the first time anyone's had to drag information out of you. How do you live with that?"

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”

I muttered to my self "This people are so unbelievable,I'm having headache just by thinking about them, is this an introduction or back biting? "

“What do you know? Must be fate.” I start walking again. “Or I’m in hell.” I hear his intoxicating chuckle as he follows me in silence to the next class. I take my seat, almost in the back. He still sits close, but this time he was diagonal from me and out of my line of vision. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to focus in this class. I think I heard fate laugh at me. “What the hell were you and Ryan talking about?”

I said. "Nothing immediate," she said. "Just know it. Sometimes knowing is the thing." She left. I sat with it for a while. Sarah Holt had been thirty four years old. She'd been in the field for six years. Her operational record was clean and thorough. She had Holt's same quality of precision. The file I'd read after Rotterdam had shown someone who was exactly as good as the work required. I had pulled support based on compromised intelligence and she had died twenty minutes later.

I wasn’t a pawn to be handed over. I was Cara. Daughter of warriors. Marked by the goddess. And I was done being afraid. “Lucian!” I shouted, my voice stronger than I felt. “Finish it!” His head snapped toward me, a flash of surprise in his eyes, before his wolf surged with renewed fury. He pinned the rogue Alpha, his jaws snapping dangerously close to his throat. The rogue spat blood, still smiling. “Kill me, and another will rise. The prophecy cannot be undone. She will”

That first kill will always stay with me. The wolf standing across from me snaps his teeth at me, challenging me to make the first move. I wait. I want him to be anxious and make a mistake. And he finally does. He hesitates briefly. He goes to lunge, but hesitates for just a moment, remembering what I did to his friends just moments before. Then he commits to lunge at me, but I already anticipate the maneuver. I shoot up onto my hind legs and tower over his wolf. My front claws are in the air, lining up with his wolf’s exposed abdomen as he attempts to land on me. I dig my claws into his chest, then slowly lower down, digging my claws in deeper and deeper as they slide down his torso. His wo

The only person ignorant was the man with three daggers sitting deep in his flesh. Why is his tormentor bleeding? He wondered. Is he sick or something? In his moment of relief, he made a huge mistake that cost him his life- he groaned out loud! Bang!! A gun went off and the man went silent. Dead. One thing Drex never forgives is when a captive go against his order. None of them ever lives to tell the tales. And now that he is going through a little bit of a complicated situation, this captive dared to disobey him!?

Everyone avoided me like the plague. Adam thought I was disgusting. He said that I was misfortune incarnate, and that was why my entire family died. He then broke up with me. I complained about it to Laura, only to find that she got an acceptance letter to an Ivy League university, even though she could not even get into a proper high school because her grades were too horrible. Her deadbeat parents also got money from somewhere and became the richest people in their region. Due to these shocks, I broke down. When I took the elevator to go downstairs, I made a misstep and fell. My body, too, was crushed.