Dead Heat Novel Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

It’s not a nice heat, not the warmth of blood and humanity, but something bright and unyielding, a heat that never lived, and thus can’t die. I remain still even as Chryseus continues to approach, letting the sensation burn through me. I feel the briefest touch of Chryseus’s hand on my shoulder, and I hear his yelp of pain, but they’re so very distant in comparison to the unbearable heat coursing through me, this flameless fire that cleanses and destroys all at once.

CHAPTER 59: I SMELL DEATH Disclaimer: This chapter is filled with gore and the death of a character. Zahra's Pov The rain lashed against the car's windshield, the droplets falling heavily and hitting the glass, mirroring how my heart thumped while I side-eyed Maya who was driving toward Dashiell's cabin on the outskirts of the city. Leaning against the passenger side door, I shut my eyes, my head resting on the cold window as my thoughts drifted off to what happened earlier.

Christian Empty That's the perfect to describe everything now. I never seen Hailey after the camp, she's like dissapear from the earth. It's been a week since she left, I heard Dean talked to Rafael about it. Now since she's gone, I felt some of me were taken away. Weird? Yeah! Everytime I walked to school, I always looked at her locker. It's a routine. When she's still here, she always opened her locker to hide her face when she looked at me and I passed by.

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She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

She thought about her mother. She thought about the fire. She let herself go back into it — the heat, the smoke, the pine beam, the way her fingers had looked when she finally saw them in the light outside. She thought about crawling. About getting up anyway. About walking north with nothing and nowhere to go and the burning in her chest that she had not yet understood. She let it hurt. She let it convert.

"And which pack would that be?" I hesitated, because the true answer, the one burned into a memory from a life I'd already lived once, was Ashfall, a name that meant nothing to anyone in this room yet, a pack that hadn't mattered enough in my first life to leave a mark on it. I couldn't say that. I had no scholarly reason to know it.