Dead Calm Novel Novels & Stories

I exhale quietly and follow them to the car. The drive back is short. Dorathy and Cade planned everything, including this... their final resting place on the property, close to the people they loved. As dark as it sounds, I understand it. Their love for each other was total. I can't imagine them anywhere apart, even now. But I can't stop seeing those caskets. Cold. Empty. Where are they? How do two of the most precise, calculated people I've ever known simply disappear? No remains. No leads. No. I refuse to grieve an empty grave. I need answers.

A/N: Before you read this book, first of all, thank you so much for picking up this book. It means everything to me :) Second of all, the cover was created by my amazing friend Lily. Go follow and support her Wattpad account; @Lilypadsxfrogs. And finally, this story does touch lightly on the triggering topic, suicide. Please read at your own risk. Enjoy the story! It was a bleak evening on the 14th of June. The air was cold and caliginous, almost as if it could suspect the misery and gloom that lingered over the Jacobs. It was a sombre affair that evening for all of them.

Saahil talked to me very calm but I was not in my right mind to hear anything. " This is the only right way. Nivi will be happy to see me like this because I am repaying for all the pain she endured. Death will be the most least punishment I should get and that will be like I am running away from getting punished for my bad doings. I want to destroy myself like this Saahil slowly slowly I will end this life for her good " looking at my hands and somewhere I said whatever came in my mind. I stood from my place and went to change my dress. I frowned when I raised my hands to put back my shirt because of the sudden pain rushed from every inch of my body. I was leaving from Saahil's house after

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

I handled Grandma's funeral arrangements alone, then came home and sat in the living room all night. That night, I thought everything through. It was not until the following evening that Scarlett came through the door. She froze for a moment when she saw me in the living room. "Ron, why aren't you sleeping? Why are you sitting out here?" My face remained calm, my tone stiff. "Couldn't sleep." "Don't tell me you can't sleep without me here." Scarlett sat down beside me, her long, pale legs crossing over and pressing against mine. I noticed the black stockings from yesterday were gone.

I look at mom to find her gaze fixed on anything and me. "Sit down Lyka, please." Mr. Harry asks. I walk slowly until I settle on the couch at the other end of the room. "The alpha is dead." He announces when I settle down. No one flinches at the announcement. Isn't death supposed to scare people or something? Everyone looks so calm like it is the most normal thing around here. Julian is dead and not some freaking Alpha. Are we on the same page about things here? My brows crease in more confusion.

He grumbled and then he gave up resisting and crushed his heart in his own hands and went limp. Aiden is right beside me. “Mojito?” I look at Aiden. His eyes full of concern. But I smile, “It’s over.” I turn to the guards, “Please burn his body as is custom. Leave no trace of him.” Abuelo and Tio Valeno looks at me. I think they are freaked out by my calmness. “I could read your thoughts if I wanted to. But I don’t. I’m glad he is dead. Now we have to prepare for our next threat.”

she adds. A flicker of satisfaction moves through me - but not relief. Derrach's death was long overdue. Yet some part of me had wanted to be the one to end him. Raven sees it in me. "He has the most tragic, terrifying and most painful death." she says gently. I nod once. "What's the plan now?" I ask. Cyre steps forward and places a book on my desk. It's cover is cracked leather, bound with symbols I don't recognize .

Slowly the images of the woman he so desperately wanted kissing melted away and blew into nothingness, Duncan suddenly felt light and free as if I was dead and free of every burden he had ever felt. Am I dead!? He wondered, it felt that way, he had to be dead because that would make him feel that way Yes I was finally dead!? Is this how it feels to be dead!? He deliberated He continued to drift not knowing what exactly to expect and everywhere was so dark but he did not know if it was because his eyes were closed or there was just no light but he felt tranquil and smiled to himself