Dead Heat Novel Novels & Stories

If I loose someone again than unfortunately I won't allow myself to live too. Aiden deserves happiness too. He deserves everything which even the world can't offer him. After everything we have been through so far, were we being too selfish too ask for happiness? Xx___xX My hands and feets were cold As ice. My body was shaking and tears were running down my eyes like a river. I was so terrified at the moment that I didn't cared about the creepy surrounding near me. I was standing at this dark Street in front of my apartment as I was waiting for Noah. The street was quite as hell with only one stable street light. The other light was jerking giving away a creepy horror look to the street. All

the maids muttered as I put my ear beside the door to listen to their conversation. What the fuck I gasp as I listened to the maids' conversation, is he a killer? I thought to myself as goosebumps covered me, what on earth was his real problem? I muttered to myself as I crawl back to my position, though it hurt to be crawling to the door I have to get some little information about him, and I planned on making him angry today when he comes visiting, I am going to frustrate him so to tell me the reason why he hates me so much, I don't care if he is going to hurt me badly but I must know the truth, I muttered to myself as tears welled up in my eyes. I thought I was running from my cruel fate bu

“She died two years ago in an attack. That is when I started working for the council, to get out of my pack, Damian’s pack.” “And the full circle.” I said. We had pulled up to a hotel. “Why a hotel?” “Not just any hotel, the hotel that Jonathan will be staying at tomorrow.” The hotel was massive. I looked more like an office building than a hotel but the numerous greeters with bell carts confirmed it was indeed a hotel. The beige stucco siding made the building look plain but there was marbling on the canopy and columns that helped out the curb appeal. A large chandelier hung from the canopy that swayed gently in the wind.

THE PIT OF BONES Keller’s life drained across the cavern floor. His final wet choking sounds faded away. Anne had cut deep. It didn’t take long. She waited for the peace to wash through her now that this man, the one who had made it his life’s mission to ruin her husband’s life, who had tried to kill Ruben and her, died at last. The peace didn’t come, but silence did. She stood and looked over the blood-tipped bone in her hand. She tossed it aside. Looking up, she saw a point of light.

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 .

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

If Maggie didn’t feel they could improvise then she couldn’t. “Think, think!” Tara shouted as she repeatedly slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. Brandon made his way to the rifle, picked it up and walked over to Dennis. “I know this is the way I choose to go,” he said. “What about you?” Dennis stared at the rifle in silence and then in horror at Dominic who was pouring the last of the gasoline onto the porch. The sun was on the horizon and it was easier to see the field of ugly beasts mingling amongst Maggie’s remains. The gruesomeness of the situation turned his stomach. Bile filled his throat as he quickly turned away.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.