Dead Reckoning Novel Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure why, but as the vehicle came to a stop and the door opened, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this would be one of those moments that would change everything. --- We disembarked quickly, our boots hitting the ground with the soft thud of urgency. The air was thick, heavy with dust and the pungent odor of decay. We kept our heads down, moving swiftly through the narrow alleyways and darkened streets. The city had been abandoned for months now, left to rot as the infection spread.

James murmurs and I lean in to catch it. “Too bright,” he whispers, eyes drifting. “I’m cold.” His skin says otherwise. He’s burning up. He’s been drifting in and out since dawn, sentences that start somewhere and fall apart halfway through. Rick and Sven talk in shorthand over the headsets—angles, wind, some private language built on years of hauling impossible cargo out of worse places. Once, Rick laughs at something Sven says. They’re old friends stealing five minutes of normal while they aim us at the only city that matters right now.

Stella cursed when her gun stuck. The car abruptly came to a halt when the bullets hit the tyres. They were lucky a road sign's pole hooked the car and saved it from tumbling. They all scampered for safety. "Where are the fûcking voices that were said to be telling us of the dangers ahead through this shit of a thing!" Skyler muttered under his breath as he ran for his dear life. *** "Someone sold us out!" Mrs. Smith said angrily, punching her palms. She was informed from the computer lab that something went wrong. They weren't able to get any signal when immediately the guys stepped into the military zone.

Panic spread across the cruise ship as people frantically searched for Betsy and me. Meanwhile, somewhere not far away, Betsy pulled me out of the water. “Are you okay, Naomi?” she asked, a slight tremble in her voice. “I’m fine, Mom.” Wrapped in a blanket, I watched as the noise from the ship grew fainter, the vessel drifting farther away. I finally let out a sigh of relief. Once we were safely ashore and settled on the sofa of our hotel, we watched the news.

"Around 10 PM, I think. Just after the pass. I was too tired." "And what were they doing the last time you saw them alive?" "Ken was taking photos of the stars. Damon was driving. Russ and Charlie were talking about trip plans. Mike… Mike seemed to have altitude sickness. He had his eyes closed." The officer's eyes cut sharply through me. "And they all died. Why are you the only one still alive?" My mind went blank. I didn't know. It was true—we'd all been up there at nearly 16 thousand feet, shivering in the wind. We'd all had that barley whiskey. We were all exhausted from days on the trail.

I was already walking naturally but everything still fell and hurt my toes. “Again! From the start. “Cecile was rougher than Rhen. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay Safe and Enjoy. Klaira The following chapters are a short novella entitled A Black River Pack Yule. It occurs after His Brother's Mate and before Hell Hounds. Because of rules changing it's impossible to find this novella on the GoodNovel app. So I am adding it here for your enjoyment.

***Disclaimer*** This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, institutions, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. It contains mature themes including emotional manipulation, psychological tension, and complex romantic dynamics that may not be suitable for all readers. The author does not promote or condone toxic behavior, revenge, or violence in any form. These elements are explored purely for narrative and character development. Reader discretion is advised. ¤¤¤ Thunder struck! “Are you sure you are ready to do this? After that, there is no turning back,” he asked.

She wandered in and lit a lamp, which illuminated almost the entire space. "Huh? He's been a part of the mafia all his life and leads a ruthless gang. What could I possibly learn about him through old books? And to top it all off, why would I want to understand him? He kidnapped me, Isabella." "To understand Darick, you need to understand how his mind thinks. Here." She handed me a book with torn and withered pages. I opened the book cover and couldn't tell if the writing style inside was medieval or gothic. I didn't even know if the two were the same.

The pier was exactly as Cedric remembered it, rusting metal, creaking boards, the heavy stink of dead fish and diesel fuel hanging in the cold night air. Waves slapped against the pilings below like they were trying to drag the whole rotten structure into the black water. He walked out alone, hands visible, no gun, no wire this time. Just the real flash drive in his pocket and the platinum necklace still around his neck, a reminder of everything he had survived to get here.