Dead Heat Novel Novels & Stories

"But the wolf... the wolf is already dead. The slate-grey flesh carries the frost of the deep divide. It cannot endure the heat of the second reshaping." "He stays with me," I snarled, my voice a broken, bloody rasp as I forced my raw, bleeding palms to lock into the iron chains wrapped around Killian’s chest. The skin of my hands, peeled to the red meat, burned as the golden heat of the chamber hit the open tissue.

But some secrets, she told herself, existed to protect him, not deceive him. --- The auto shop sat dark and quiet when she arrived, Grayson's place long closed for the night, only Kade's motorcycle parked near the entrance. She approached carefully, and Kade stepped out from behind the building the moment she got close, tension radiating off him in a way she hadn't seen before. He was looking different that night - Handsome. Hot . It panged her heart hard, memories of the first life coming into view , more older then , but younger in this version.

I already sent the DA everything they need to put him away. Back in my office, I close the door behind me and lean against it for just a second longer than I should. The hush of the room settles over me like a heavy coat, muffling the echo of Arren’s sniveling and the electric buzz Jensen left in his wake. I toss the camera and file onto my desk and peel off my sweater, suddenly too warm. There’s still a faint pulse in the center of my palm where we touched—no mark, no sign of anything unusual. Just that lingering, impossible heat. Like a bruise under the skin.

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.

She closed her next page, her fingers lingering on the paper, feeling the warmth of the paint and the lingering heat of the story. "He held me tightly as his breath was very hot against my neck as he called out my name. His movement became more urgent. I clung to him, my nails digging deeper into his shoulder. While my legs tighten against his waist as if it keeps him anonymous from escaping. And then in a rush of raw, we climax together. My body shuddered as I cried out, while he groaned into my neck. He released a powerful cum that left us breathing."

"Grandma treats me like her own granddaughter. Why can't I mention her? "You don't believe me? I'll call Grandma right now and have her come over to settle this." "Go ahead." With that, I got up from the bed and left the bedroom for the study. Scarlett froze for a moment, then slammed the door shut. The next morning, I came downstairs to see Chase sitting in his Mercedes, smoking a cigarette with a bouquet of flowers on the passenger seat. When he saw me, he stubbed out his cigarette and waved. "Morning, Ron. Where's Scarlett?"

he said icily. Mr. Khanna and his daughter kept begging for forgiveness, but the guards dragged them away. After everything was done, Daniel left immediately for home. Once he was gone, the assistant exhaled deeply and muttered to himself, “Damn… today I survived. Otherwise, I know exactly what would’ve happened to me.” End of Chapter After that morning, one thought became firm in Rose’s heart— “I will change the story of this house… and stay away from Daniel Blackwood.” But would she really be able to stay away? And would Daniel—a man who ruled the underworld—be able to ignore Rose?

Chapter 2 Aria woke up feeling numb all over. Last night was the wildest night of her life. Her head hurt because of all the drinks she had last night. For a few seconds after opening her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. The room was quiet, dark, and nothing like her own. The air smelled like cedarwood and something faintly spicy, masculine, and expensive. Then her heart dropped. She wasn’t home. She wasn’t even close to home. And the body heat beside her last night… wasn’t Evan’s.

She clears her throat in what I perceive to be nerves then asks, “I was wondering… what your childhood was like. Your family. What you did before becoming who you are today. Just stuff like that. You… you don’t have to answer if it’s too personal. I know I would be reluctant to answer all of those questions myself.” The air in the booth grows heavier. Childhood is not a topic that I’ve discussed with anyone. Ever. Not with journalists, business partners, and certainly not with someone I just met at a goddamn gala. My throat tightens the slightest bit, but my face remains neutral. I look down at my whiskey glass instead of at her. The amber liquid catches candlelight from the small flame betw

Rai looked down at me and sighed. "I love you Sebastian and I hate that you won't love me back," he growled forcefully in a deep tense unfamiliar voice. He cursed, pulling himself out of my ass and leaving me lying there with my mouth hanging open. I felt his numerous releases pouring out of me and I held myself feeling cold and alone. I then felt anger at feeling used. The black wispy tendrils spread out from my naked body and my eyes glowed in the room reflecting off the cream colored walls. I sensed Rai in an upstairs bathroom and could see his impressive reaper tattoo that covered the entire back of his body. I studied each detail, finding it oddly unique for Death and Rai could feel my