Romans & histoires City Of The Dead Jonathan Kellerman

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

Professor L— knew I had aspirations of becoming an inventor myself, so he brought me along. We did not learn that we’d be building a city intended to kill demons until we arrived at the construction site, where we found monsters impaled on crosses, waiting for the sun to burn them. Behind them rose the skeleton of a huge city, silhouetted by great gushes of red steam. “You see these creatures?” asked a man, as Professor L— and I stared in shock. “They aren’t human. They’re the reason we’re here.”

We don't risk running because we know we're close, and we need to be on guard. We finally leave the forest behind and hit the outer edge of Denver. The majority of the city is demolished, but there's a clear path that's been used, and we follow it. Broken glass from the destroyed buildings catches the fading light and sparkles, making the quiet city appear even more abnormal with the glittering light. It's still hard to comprehend the destruction that brought us to this point. Over two million people died in Denver at the beginning of the hellhound war. The smell of death is long gone but here and there, I catch sight of skeletal remains. When millions die, and others are fighting for their

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All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

Her gaze flickered to the lifeless forms on the floor, their black-clad bodies now nothing more than reminders of how easily life could be snuffed out. She should have been horrified. She should have felt disgusted. But all she felt was cold. The blood on the marble floor would be wiped away. The bullet holes repaired. The bodies disposed of as if they had never existed. This was Killian’s world. And for the first time, she realized—she was standing in it. Killian stood near the shattered glass windows, his phone pressed against his ear, voice clipped and lethal. "I want every inch of this city watched. Victor DeLuca is a dead man walking," he said, his tone devoid of emotion.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Jonathan’s POV Life has been painfully quiet lately. Too quiet. The kind of silence that makes a man—or rather, a creature like me—start thinking dangerous thoughts. The city outside hums with noise: honking cars, chattering mortals, the rush of living things scurrying through their meaningless routines. Yet inside my penthouse, there’s nothing but stillness. The ticking of a clock I don’t need. The whisper of the air conditioner that I don’t feel. Immortality has its curses, and boredom is the loudest of them. But lately, my mind hasn’t been quiet. It keeps circling back to her. Selina.

For a moment, the air froze. Xavier's eyes flashed with pure disgust as he gritted his teeth and spat out, "There you go again. You always use death to manipulate me! "You're like a plague, a demon, constantly reminding me about that countdown. God, I'm so sick of it. Honestly, you'd be doing the world a favor if you just died already!" I stood frozen in place, the chill sinking deep into my bones. Yvette leaned against his chest, letting out a soft sigh. Then, she cast a pitying glance at me as if looking at a hopeless lunatic. "Is she threatening you with death again?" she asked. Her voice was syrupy, but her words were like daggers.