Dead On Arrival A Novel Novels & Stories

I grit in frustration. He begins to thrash around in a panic, now unable to breathe. He needs desperate medical attention, but no ambulance will arrive in time and even if one could, I couldn’t risk calling them and alerting authorities. With nothing that can be done, I scoot back and watch as he spasms and convulses until, finally, his body goes still. He lays there, his eyes bloodshot and open wide staring up at the ceiling frozen in fear. The capillaries around his eyes have burst and I’m unsure if it was the asphyxiation or cardiac episode that took him out. I rest my arms on my knees and hang my head in defeat just as Silas bursts in through the open patio door with a sniper rifle slung

“To end someone’s life?” “Sometimes,” Eton said after a moment. “But most people I killed were scums so I didn’t lose sleep over it. Besides, I worked for the SRL at the time, so the kills were perfectly legal.” For some reason, his tone turned almost mocking at the word ‘legal.’ “SRL?” Kaia asked. “The Federal Security Service,” Eton clarified. “Oh?” Kaia asked. “Yes.” “Is this where you know the President from?” Kaia asked.

I played with her hair as I slowly slipped into the darkness—her soft snoring, her scent of wildflowers and peppermint, and how right she felt against me, lulling me into my own bliss. *** I woke up disoriented. My bed was empty; the warmth of where Reyna slept had left long ago. I furrowed my brow as I tried to make sense of what was happening. A loud banging on my front door pulled me from my bed. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater as I rushed out of my room, swinging open the front door. Confusion washing over me as I started at detective Sullivan and the three officers behind her. "Balor Bloodstone, you're under arrest for the murder of Ted Bringer."

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

Yup, she was annoyed. “No, sorry. I was reading an email.” The email that I had just received was from the councilmen. Alpha Isaac died last night and it was reported that it was from natural causes. Bullshit! I know Jared had something to do with it. I was typing a response when she was talking to me.

Matt sighed, “I’m sorry, Renda…” I shuddered. There had been a young girl who had died in the dungeons with Dan. Instead of burying her corpse, some of the guards had taken turned warming her thighs and fucking the corpse until her body had started to smell and decompose. It had been horrific to see and know that if I had died there, they would have likely done the same thing to me. I remembered threatening to kill myself when I arrived at Midnight, but looking back, I had said it out of panic and desperation.

The atmosphere was heavy, a fog of terror enveloping them, and the tower stood silent, a witness to an unforeseen tragedy, while the truth slowly revealed itself—cold, relentless, and merciless. Dark secrets piled up behind closed doors, breathing in suffocating silence, just steps away from the police officers gathered at the elevator door. Inside Dr. Ziad's apartment, behind the door, Mina's body was rigid, trapped between life and death, the cold surrounding him as if the shadows themselves were trying to devour him.

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

He was strong, and there was no resisting, even if I could. As we moved through the door, I turned back and stared in wide-eyed horror. The walls were dripping with red. Marcy, Damon, Murphy, Dr. Alma, and Ian were sprawled out on the floor. Their eyes were empty as blood pooled beneath them. A scream built in my chest, but it wouldn’t come out. The world fell from beneath me as I tried to understand, to process what was going on, that they were all dead. Pain in my arm brought my attention back to the man who just last night was a dream come true. Now he seemed to be a thing made of nightmares.

Even when he bites me, I always feel misery before the wound heals. However, Caleb wins him over. The new boy was extremely fast, and I suspected that he might be a vampire or wolf. Before Reed could reach halfway, the new guy plunged his sharp claw into the man's heart, and brought out his chest, while his body went slumped. T.b.c