Dead On Arrival A Novel Novels & Stories

A blue pinstriped suit, gold cufflinks, and crocodile leather loafers—clothing befitting the Alpha of the Moore Pack and CEO of Raften Pharmaceuticals. Not exactly the look of a man about to investigate a bloody accident. But I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling over my skin. The scent of blood was overwhelming now, mingled with oil and metal. My enhanced hearing picked up the wail of an approaching ambulance before the humans could. The crowd parted as paramedics rushed in, lifting a woman onto a stretcher. And then I saw her. Dark hair matted with blood. Skin pale, too pale. A body broken in ways that should have meant instant death. But she was alive—barely.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

However, seeing how badly I looked with blood everywhere, he was probably thinking twice about it. After the crowd dispersed, I supported myself against the wall and walked out alone, leaving a trail of blood behind me. "Ron..." Scarlett's lips moved as if she wanted to follow me, but then Derek's booming voice erupted from the crowd. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Someone help! Mr. Morrison just fainted." Scarlett stopped in her tracks immediately. She turned to check on Chase and never looked back. "What are you all standing around for? Call an ambulance!"

he responded. His gaze lingered in the direction the car had gone, his eyes unreadable. It was clear this wasn't just a simple accident. It was around noon when they arrived at Larkin Manor. Jayson helped Ariel out of the car. "Let's get you a cold compress." She nodded faintly, still wincing. As soon as they entered the house, they found Shane sitting in a corner with a book in hand. He looked up at the sound of their footsteps and smiled warmly. "You're back early today."

But all I heard was, "I'm sorry, Cecilia. Please forgive me." The gunshot cracked through the air, and I went down. Blood slowly seeped out. I watched Cristina run excitedly into his arms. They embraced, kissed, celebrated their survival and reunion, and then drove away until they disappeared from my sight. "Principessa, get up. They're gone. How do we make them pay now?" The one-eyed man helped me up gently. "Death isn't humiliation for the mafia. I want them destroyed and disgraced." I stood and wiped off the honey mixed with red dye. My expression was blank as I stared in the direction they'd gone. Our game was just beginning, Alessandro.

“Okay, stop, just stop. I need a break. Callum, I must go back and help her. Please.” Callum shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not. That monster would use you as leverage in a heartbeat." A cold tremor ran down his spine at the mere thought. The doorbell's sudden chime cut through the tension. Isabella rose to answer it, but Callum's face had already drained of color, he knew what news awaited them before the messenger even spoke. Arran was dead.

Now when she was finally awake — He was dead? Dead? Aracely wasn't a fool. She understood that people — including Daniel, her mom, and her loved ones were going to die one day, but this soon? Why so soon? It all seemed too much to accept. Aracely felt the room spin, she felt her chest tighten. Her bones stiffened and her cheeks were wet. She didn't feel so good Aracely turned her head to the other side of the bed before she whispered the thought that had been rolling around in her disarrayed mind

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an