Dead On Arrival A Novel Novels & Stories

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

I was reborn on the very day Liam Dunlap bragged about defusing a bomb with one hand. The first thing I did was turn off my phone. Then I slept straight through till morning. When I turned it back on the next day, there were—just as expected—over a hundred missed calls. In my previous life, after realizing the disaster he'd caused, Liam had called me frantically through the night, begging me to come clean up the mess. At the time, I had just finished three consecutive bomb disposal operations and had been home for less than an hour. Even so, I rushed back to the scene in the pouring rain and worked through the night to defuse the bomb.

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

“That’s a live operation.” “I know.” “That’s a kill zone.” “I know.” “You could die.” I stepped closer until there was no space left between us. “So could you.” That did it. Not fear. Not anger. Acceptance. He nodded once. “Get dressed.” ⸻ The docks smelled like oil, salt, and money that didn’t belong to anyone honest. Floodlights cut through the fog in pale cones, illuminating stacked containers and men who pretended not to notice when Malrik Kaine arrived unannounced.

The air inside the warehouse was no longer just stagnant; it was lethal. It carried the metallic tang of ozone and the heavy, foreboding scent of cordite. Dante stood frozen in the center of the kill zone, his boots inches away from the pressure-sensitive grid that Kael had calibrated to end him. The silence was absolute, a void that seemed to swallow even the sound of his own ragged breathing.

After grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler, I turned around and started toward the counter with the register. I placed the bottle down. The cashier started to ring it up. Then, glancing to the side, I spotted where the newspapers were stacked up, for sale. I froze, reading the headline. ALPHA KING SENTENCES ALPHA DAMIEN TO DEATH, 2 DAYS TO LIVE.

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

If he does, he’s never used it, but I can imagine the doctor coming over the PA system and saying, “Excuse me, everyone, may I have your attention please? I’m here to tell you that the big nosed Breeder with the giant stomach is dead. Since no one likes her anyway, we will just dump her body in the lagoon out behind the castle where all of the wastewater goes. She will be floating with shit. Now, go on about your business.” I laugh to myself, and when my new maid, I-Don’t-Fucking-Give-A-Shit-What-Her-Name-Is, or Idfgaswhni for short, gives me a strange look. I glare at her. She cowers immediately, ducking her head. A hard knock on my door has me startled at first, but then delighted, as I im

Holding her friend close, she let her scream and fight, crying as she called Rayne horrible names. “Nix, I know you are upset, but I don’t think she is dead,” Rayne told her, which made Nix go limp in her arms. “What?” Dakaath looked at Rayne like she was insane. “She is gone.” **************** Ailive looked around, seeing the people around her. They all looked dead, but she knew they were alive. Something wasn’t right about this situation. Had she died? Everything changed in one moment when she felt pain in her neck, then everything went black.

Ever since that priestess got so close to him in Abrego, the bond between us has been poking at my conscious-as if to remind itself that he's still around. "Sorry-I just had to "My cellphone slips through my fingers and bounces off the ground the moment I look up from the screen. Around me...stand so many bloody corpses. They stare gormlessly at me-through me. Torn apart and bloodied...so many dead Wolves that they line up outside the clinic. I don't know how to react-I'm so overwhelmed by the stench of their rotting corpses and the grotesqueness of their shredded flesh... the bones that stick through their muscle and tissue.