Dead On Arrival A Novel Novels & Stories

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

Then they rushed toward him excitedly. "Darryl, you're back?" "Young Master, it's great that you are well, but Master has—" "Darryl, Dad is dead! He's dead—" They were shocked and delighted when they saw Darryl. However, their hearts were still broken when they thought about Zoran's death, especially Sara. She yelled as she ran into Darryl's arms and sobbed violently. After Donoghue killed Zoran in the New World Prison, his body was buried on a barren hill behind the Royal City.

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

The door creaked open as she pushed it, revealing a scene that stole the breath from her lungs. Inside, the dim light cast eerie shadows across the room, but what caught her attention was the unmistakable figure lying on the floor. Padma. Kyra’s heart shattered as she rushed to her side, the world around her slowing to a crawl. The metallic scent of blood was overwhelming, and the sight of Padma’s still body sent waves of anguish crashing over her. She knelt beside her, cradling her bleeding head in her lap and tears blurring her vision as she seem confused to what had happened.

But why do I have to be with some schmuck? * * * I open my eyes and for a moment, a bit buffled by the darkness. For a second I actually thought I was blind, but I realized that me and this weird guy are still stuck in this dark and burning elevator. I open my phone and cover my face from its blinding lights. It's been roughly twenty minutes since we got stucked here. I didn't realized I actually fell asleep. It's so hot. I feel the perspiration all over my body as though I just got out of the shower. So hot, I'd probably die in heat suffocation anytime now. It must have been the reason why I woke up.

It's like something out of a horror movie. We walk down the empty streets, our footsteps echoing in the silence. It's like the whole place is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I feel a chill run down my spine as we pass a building with a sign that reads, "The Last Chance Saloon." It's a small, run-down bar with boarded-up windows and a shattered door hanging off its hinges. The smell of smoke lingers in the air, and I freeze. "You smell that?" "Yeah." Alec's fangs pop out—the first time I've seen it happen—and I actually jerk back. "Someone had a fire going here."

I watched them leave, fighting the black spots in my vision. Then, something inside me shattered completely. A warm flood gushed out, breaking the dam. "Ah!" Screams erupted around me. "Blood! Look at the blood!" "Oh my god, she's hemorrhaging! Look at her legs! Call 911!" "She's going to die! The baby–!" The voices blurred together into a chaotic roar as I drifted into the dark. I felt the cold grip of death tightening. Some kind tourists and the staff managed to get me onto a stretcher. I was vaguely aware of them covering me with a jacket; my lower half was soaked in red. It must have looked like a horror movie.

My sight faded as if I was slipping into darkness, in that moment my clawing pain had yanked me back onto reality. Sophia moved closer, her lips at my ear. “You’re ours even in death.” She sat up straight and patted her blouse. "Finish him." She didn't wait and left the room. I had no one to beg. The man before me stepped forward and brought out a dagger from his pocket. He pressed a button, and the sharp knife appeared. My breathing slowed as the man came closer and placed the knife close to my neck. This was it. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to slice my neck, but a gunshot rang out.

Damin – POV A knock on the door jolted me awake from my stupor. “Come in.” “We have two bad news,” Dexter said as he walked in. I frowned. “What now?” I didn’t want to sound annoyed but couldn’t help it. It’s been three months, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, all because of Stella. “Alpha Altair is dead,” Dexter said with a frown. “An assassin from the Night Angel killed him.”