Dance Of Death Novel Novels & Stories

One choice that changes everything. Diesel is the storm the city fears. A man of cold leather, dark ink, and eyes that see through every lie Daisy has ever told. He wasn’t part of her plan. He wasn’t part of the debt. But when he steps out of the darkness, Daisy realizes her "freedom" was just a cage waiting to be locked. Now, she’s caught between the thugs who want her dead and the biker who claims he’s her only hope. Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her.

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

Dain’s aloof exterior failed, and the shadows still wrapped around his arms and neck bristled. It was his dead, lightless eyes that healed first, and stared at us as the rest of him caught up. “That’s right, it’s going to take a lot more than a few angry shadows to kill me.” His laugh grew stronger as the flesh around his throat and mouth began to heal. “I met Death not that long ago and as it turns out, he doesn’t want me…but he’s very much interested in you.”

She thinks I’m amazing. From Tessa’s Perspective: I watch the way he’s suddenly taking a drink of whiskey and I swear, I can see the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his neck. He looks so pleased just because I said his work was amazing and it’s obvious that he worked really hard to get where he is today from literally nothing. It makes my chest feel warm and heavy to see him so pleased by something I said. I decide to take a risk and ask, “I… don’t usually dance but… will you do me the honor of dancing with me?” I feel rather nervous asking this as I search his eyes for any sign of displeasure. The idea of being so physically close to another person makes my hair stand up on end, but th

[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me.

Cassian stood there completely alone, powerless in front of the entire elite society, and he was so furious and deeply humiliated that he didn't even notice he was pressing his hands together so hard that his fingernails dug deeply into his own palms. Small drops of dark red blood began to ooze from his skin, dripping slowly onto the clean floor beneath his feet. Killian turned back to me, the terrifying pressure vanishing from his features as he extended his large hand toward me. "Let's go, Daisy, because this party is getting boring." I smiled, placed my hand inside his warm palm, and let him lead me out of the golden hall, leaving my past killers ruined in the dirt behind us.

And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr. Declan wasn't an unfair man; he wasn't innocuous either. Just the thought was enough to send a chilly sensation down his spine. He stopped short in front of the double mahogany door—the devil's lair—his subconscious whispered. Andrew could picture Declan's intense sapphire eyes darkening, the strong set of his chin ticking and Andrew drew back, ready to make a clean break through the carpeted lobby when his name came quietly through the closed doors. One gulp. Another. He raised his hand to knock when the almost tender “come in” filtered through the door. Palm sweaty, he

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

“Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?” In the book of Dylan, the book marks the date and alternate reality of the last loop, the seventh, and the entire Death Reincarnate world turns into a set of other mysteries and miseries. With death, the cards, puzzles and entire chess pieces scramble and turn to the person that they are not original. To the turn table of the entire class that will be called Blood Class. “Next.” The word that he utters while drawing his signature cunning smile to his face. He then continues the dread and introduces the rest. With the element that represents the characters that significance and involvement towards the Maiden is deeper than anyo