Dead Reckoning Novel Novels & Stories

Miguel, on the other hand, looked for it on the Internet, in various online stores and auctions. Unfortunately, it turned out that this book had only a few copies and was therefore extremely difficult to find. Most shops either did not know about its existence or never had this book in their collections and only heard legends about it. It could mean two things - either this book simply did not exist, or it was so dangerous that only the initiated had it in their book collections. Maria rejected the first option because she trusted her dreams and gut feelings now even more than before. Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get

IV Once a ship loaded with pleasure-seekers was sailing from North Chinn to Shann. High winds and stormy weather had delayed her, and she was still one week from port when a great plague broke out on board. This plague was of the worst kind. It attacked passengers and sailors alike until there were so few left to sail the vessel that it seemed as if she would soon be left to the mercy of winds and waves.

Ann let me go for a moment before she spoke. “Tell me what happened,” she said quietly. So I told her, about the breakfast, about Jessica’s comment, about Camille sitting at the table smiling at Adrian like I wasn’t right there, about the glass on the kitchen floor and Camille screaming and Jessica’s words coming fast and sharp and the way I had stood there holding myself together until I couldn’t anymore. Ann was quiet through most of it, and when I finished, she exhaled slowly. “I swear on everything, Mira,” she started.

"It's always been here," I repeated. Kyle looked at me in silence for a moment, then let out a sigh. The smile slowly faded from his face. "When did you figure it out?" "Earlier," I answered. "There's a line in the book that I didn't forget. 'If the vessel is destroyed by the hand of the cursed one's closest kin, the curse shall pass to the destroyer.' You needed me to destroy it so the curse would transfer to me."

Someone had been reading her work. Heat rushed to her face, followed by fury. She stormed downstairs, laptop clutched to her chest. She found Ryker in his office, on a call. "I'll call you back," he said to the person on the line when he saw her expression. "You read my novel." She didn't phrase it as a question. He leaned back in his chair. "I did." "How dare you!" She slammed the laptop on his desk. "That was private!" "Nothing in this house is private." His voice remained calm. "Especially not a novel about a woman trapped in a loveless marriage to a controlling billionaire."

And now, I was determined to start a new chapter in my life, one that was free from the shadows of the past. I thought about Riezel, sitting in a jail cell, confronted with the consequences of her actions. The accusations against her were mounting, and it seemed that her web of deceit and manipulation was finally beginning to unravel. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that she would face justice for her crimes. But even as I thought about Riezel's downfall, I knew that I had to move forward. I had to leave the past behind and start anew. Raphael and I had decided to sell the hacienda, to leave behind the memories of pain and heartache that lingered within its walls.

The moon overhead shifted behind drifting clouds. The light bled into a deep, unnatural crimson. The sailors gasped. The mercenaries whispered. Becky only smiled. “An omen,” someone murmured. “No,” Becky corrected softly, her face illuminated by blood-red moonlight. “A promise.” The ship drifted farther, swallowed by the black waves of the northern sea. And Becky Everglade’s hunt—reborn, sharpened, and untethered—began anew.

The room, once a battlefield, now became a refuge for quiet contemplation and the solemnity of a vow made in the face of loss. The drawer beckoned, its secrets poised to unveil the depths of Draxler's malevolence. Opening it, I discovered the last book—a chronicle of atrocities committed under Draxler's command. Each page was a testament to the pain inflicted upon the innocent, and the weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders like a mantle. In the solitude of the room, surrounded by the echoes of a fallen leader and the revelations of a damning truth, I pondered my next steps. The urgency to deliver this information to Sergio, to expose Draxler's dark deeds, fueled a determination

Pulling the trigger, his body seemed to pause for the smallest moment before plunging to the ground. Thomas's gun went off, killing the other man with a gun. Gray Beard wasn't out in the open like the others, and I couldn't see him. He was the only one I wanted to kill. "Do you smell that?" Thomas whispered. Inhaling, I instantly smelled decay and rot. "Yeah. That's what that guy was talking about. There must be a group of biters coming." Assessing our surroundings, I couldn't see any of the dead yet. The only movement was the man with an arrow in his belly. He was trying to stand with the help of his friend.

I ask the men around me, pointing to the docks. “Yes, a few of us did.” One of them answers. “There was nothing there.” “Looks like we’ll have to check again.” One of the men unlocks a boat, and we all climb into it. The closer we get to the docks, the worse the stench becomes. By this time, the men too can smell it, and my wolf is thrashing inside me. “This isn’t good,” I mutter as the clawing feeling in my gut returns. The stench of death becomes more unbearable as we stop at the docks. Discomfort is etched on the faces of my men. No one, not even seasoned soldiers like them, can ignore the sickening stench of death.