Choices Ride Or Die Novels & Stories

"Yep." His eyes traced over me, taking me in as he nodded slightly. "I think I rather like that." He took a sip of his tea. "So, sky diving?" I chewed my cheek as I studied his his begging face. I might as well give in because I knew I would do practically anything this man asked. He had some kind of spell over me. I had never been so drawn to a man in my life before. It excited me and terrified me at the same time as I didn't understand it. "If I die," I drew out slowly, "my death is on you."

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

The DarkSword crowd screamed for more, drunk on the violence as they watched their chosen fighters rip each other to pieces. Ava felt her stomach churn, bile rising to the back of her throat. But Cahir shoved her down into a seat next to him, his grip cruel as he forced her to watch. "This is the Death Pit. When two, four, or eight fighters enter, only one makes it out alive—the winner. The rest? Death! Ripped to pieces of flesh, bones, and blood." Cahir grinned at Ava, and her heart thudded hard.

After Lucas's first love Mara returned from abroad, he became obsessed with rolling a die and set a rule: odd numbers meant he'd stay with me, even numbers meant he'd go to her. But over three long years, every single roll came up the same: a glaring six. The day I had a miscarriage and nearly bled to death, he tossed out the words "Six is even, I should go be with Mara" and left without looking back. Eventually he moved out altogether and stopped caring whether I lived or died. It wasn't until Mara latched onto a billionaire and publicly cut ties with him that Lucas came crawling home, broken and lost. He burned everything that belonged to Mara, tried every trick in the book to win me over,

Chapter 15 All of the next day, we were in bed. He wouldn’t let me leave. This time Di was a no-show because she was tied up with Brannon; and I mean literally tied up. We are some freaky bitches. In between times, I’d find out from Talon what was going to happen at this challenge. I asked him if he had to work out to prepare and how he felt about this being a fight to the death. He told me, he loved Baron like a brother, but he was going to end him for crossing the line with me. That made me feel terrible. Baron was a dick, but I didn’t want him dead, well maybe his ass kicked royally; but I didn’t want anyone killed over me.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

The room was in complete chaos as sobs, screams, and furious shouts mixed together. I couldn't be bothered to think about the meaning behind Iris' words. I only felt extremely annoyed. I had finally died—so why wasn't I out of here yet? I was definitely going to complain about this stupid system. I was making plans when the familiar voice of the System suddenly rang out. "Main mission accomplished! The reward has been credited to your bank account. Your body has died. Opening teleportation channel…" I let out a sigh of relief, savoring the thought that I finally wouldn't have to stay and stare at those people any longer.

ritters were digging into my burro as he watched his incline ramming in and out. “ Your cat feels fucking amazing, ” he growled. He bent forward, forcing his incline further in. My eyes went wide, and I heaved . Breathless moans slipped past my lips as he rolled his hips. I felt like I was floating, my head was fuzzy, and my eyes were rolling to the reverse of my head. “ Cum. I can feel. Fuck, cum now, ” he gnarled. He leaned forward and bit down on my neck. I cried out as ripples of pleasure erupted far and wide. My body was chinking, my legs felt numb, and I felt exhausted. I groaned as he pulled out before thrusting back in. His incline jerked as he released himself inside of

She brought this on herself! "You're not at fault, and neither am I! Lynn was the one in the wrong! She should have died! She should've died a long time ago!" It could have been Charlotte's repeated use of the word "die" that triggered Enzo, as his gaze was no longer vacant and instead began to fill with madness and hatred. He grabbed Charlotte by the throat. The strength of a wolf with Alpha blood in them was terrifying—he looked like he was about to strangle her to death on the spot.