Characters In Left For Dead 2 Novels & Stories

He collapsed, writhed, and howled on the floor. "Ms. Wade!" The bodyguards roared in unison, their voices made the crystal chandeliers vibrate. The sudden turn of events plunged the hall into silence. Jarek Steelshade was the man leading the charge. He was Dad's most trusted aide and a former special forces soldier. In a flash, he rushed forward and brutally kicked the men surrounding me away.

“You feel nothing. The people you killed meant nothing to you!” Instinctively, my eyes drifted toward him, my glance not settling into the trap his mockery laid. Instead, I turned back to the Elders, holding their gaze with quiet dignity. “Three thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven lives,” I stated, the number a cold echo of my deeds. “I have taken in my eighteen years of life.” I began to recite, the bitterness of memory flooding each name. “Alpha Markus of the Red Cliff Pack… Alpha Jason of the Moonlit Shadows… Alpha Terrin…” The litany of names filled the hall like a haunting dirge, silencing even Yuri’s interruption with their solemn gravity.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

I followed his directions straight to his room and knocked. "Jason." "J-Jack?" I heard him call from inside. I swung the door open. Jason was by the window, trembling and smoking a cigarette like his life depended on it. Then I looked down. Two bodies were on the floor. Bullet holes. Blood. Lifeless eyes. One of them was Roberta—that woman Jason said he hated. The other— Declan McIntyre Sr. No fucking wonder the mission was complete. Jason did it. But why? "Holy shit, dude," I muttered, running my hands through my hair.

Betrayed and murdered with her unborn child, Luna Aria is given a second chance, two years in the past, with one condition: save a dying Alpha cursed by dark magic. To reclaim her future and destroy those who took everything from her, Aria must survive the ruthless Blood Alpha, Kieran Steele, a man as deadly as the fate hunting him. But in a world of secrets, power, and lies, saving him may cost her more than her revenge… it may cost her heart.

My heart sank, and I instinctively tried to step away, but he was already striding toward me. "Ella!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter. "It's really you! You're not dead!" Everyone around turned to look. Their gazes were full of curiosity and scrutiny. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Signor, you've got the wrong person," I said coldly. "I'm Luna Kane, not Ella." "Wrong person?" Vincenzo laughed. His voice dripped with madness. "You can change your name, your hair, everything, but I know you. I'll never forget your eyes, your nose, and the corner of your mouth."

Chapter 111 The peace of the city street seemed to shiver under the weight of the impending storm. Suzanne’s shoes hammered against the pavement, each step a calculated strike of authority. She had blocked the Dark Stones burial van mid-transit, a move that had sent shockwaves through the local underworld. She didn't come alone; behind her, a group of hardened, armed soldiers moved in perfect, their black tactical gear blending into the gloomy afternoon. They carried the weight of their purpose in the stoic, dangerous set of their jaws.

I had called for Gerald and Gary, begging them to save me. I kept waiting, but the only person who came was Sophia. She took my inhaler and sealed the door tight, condemning me to suffocation. As the last scrap of cloth fell, my heart shriveled. After surveying the shreds strewn across the floor, Gerald and Gary kicked the door once more. Still, there was no response. Gary swore under his breath and instructed the guards to open the door. As the door swung wide, a gray corpse with swollen eyes appeared before them.

My arms flew around him as he bought one of his to my back. " We did good huh?” he asked as I pulled away smiling at him. “We did! We have lost a few and we don’t know the names of whom yet, so it’s going to be a long night, but Rick and Delia are dead and one of Zara’s cousins. We have the other two arrested. Layton’s helping to bring the wounded back so you might see him around. Sam nodded and squeezed my hand. ”Thanks for making sure I got bought here Lanny”