Dead Heat Novel Novels & Stories

Lila’s POV I stumbled out of the cab and the cold air hit my face hard enough to make the world tilt. My phone kept buzzing in my bag but I ignored it and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. Snow fell soft and quiet around me and the streetlights blurred into halos. I knew what waited if I looked online. My name was everywhere. My face next to Zane’s with headlines screaming mistress and homewrecker and gold-digger. Tomorrow would be hell but tonight I just needed to forget.

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

This mad… bloodlust. I had made a deal with the black hole, in partial exchange for my freedom. A deal to toss every rotten human down the abyss of endless, mindless torture. That was the very reason Quinn Parker had to go too. But in her case, things had gone wrong, and she was still alive. Not for long, though. Soon enough, I'd pay her a visit. And that would be the last time. I pulled a long drag on the strain of cannabis between my lips, closing my eyes against the howling wind.

Even if he come and beg to me I am never going to fall for that arrogant jerk anymore. A small store where people comes rarely that's where I am working now. Staring at outside , huge mountains, cold climate, strange sounds of insects these are what I am seeing for this past six months and for some reasons it's freaks me out. Whenever I see huge mountains Azad's face is first came into my mind. That day at mortuary even though it was for a nick of time I saw that decayed body. I still can't believe he is no more in my life. While traveling through these long narrow roads I feel like he is with me, walking along with me.

That little bitch will suffer and when I've squeezed the last inch of blood from her man's putrid heart, California and Melina will be mine. I wipe my arm across my brow. The fucking heat of this desert has sweat running down the inside of my once pristine shirt and soaking the waist of my pants beneath the belt. Soon this heat will be replaced by an ocean breeze. So much easier to dispose of dead cunts in the water too. The ocean has a way of disposing of evidence, whereas this godforsaken desert is shit. You would think the ground was made of solid steel with how hard it is to shovel out a grave. Not that I did the work, but I had to listen to the Bobbsey Twins bitch the entire time.

The room was very warm despite the freezing weather. There was no heating in the gray room where he kept his captives, Eton thought, recalling the girl’s shivering body. The lack of heat was a strategic decision: usually the “guests” staying in the gray room were to be weakened by hunger and cold. Certainly not to be pampered and fed properly. Eton's jaw clenched, thinking about the tempting picture of that little girl licking her lips with her soft, slippery tongue. “You may leave now,” he said. “Or you may undress.”

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

Why didn’t you? I am cold. I am ruthless. I know every dark corner of this world where people go seeking pleasure, be it in any form. You kill, you fuck, you drink, you drug. Why? For the same fucking shit reality that you want to save your brother from. But for how long? This is the reality Jeffery. This is the fucking reality where you live.

Callista The first thing I felt when consciousness dragged me back from the darkness was pain. It sat heavy inside my skull like somebody had cracked it open with a hammer and stitched it back together wrong. My entire body felt numb and burning at the same time, every muscle aching as though I had been thrown down a staircase repeatedly. For a horrifying second, I genuinely believed I had died. Maybe my spirit had finally abandoned my miserable body after everything Daelan had done to me. Maybe this was hell. Maybe the universe had finally decided Callista Madden deserved punishment for every arrogant decision she had ever made.

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.