Deadliest Catch Novels & Stories

I floated, a ghost in the air, and watched my own rotting body get wheeled into the pack hospital morgue. Three years buried in a marsh. I could barely recognize myself. The corpse stank of decay. Claw marks from the fatal attack were still visible on the wounds. My ghost, three years wandering, wanted to flee this broken shell. The door opened. Killian Reynolds walked in. The Alpha of the strongest pack in North America. My mate. The one who swore to protect me with his life. He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask.

Lewis spoke again that made both Corpse and I snapped back from the staring battle. We made our way to the round table where we sat together. Lewis and Lesley on my both sides, Mr. Jang's next to Lesley, while unfortunately Corpse's across me. I was in a VIP seat of a tragic horror movie, all in one lifeless face of Corpse.

Gradually, my mind cleared. I remembered I'd attended Rebecca Greene's birthday cruise party as Jonathan Cooper's date. In her usual thrill-seeking fashion, Rebecca had proposed a gamble between Jonathan Cooper and William Reed: the loser's date would be tossed into the sea for five minutes, without any safety measures. Whether one of us would live or die was left entirely to chance. While Rebecca loved her dangerous games, I didn't want any part of her madness, let alone wager my life. But to appease her twisted desire, Jonathan and William had both held me down and agreed.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

"Please... don't kill me..." Karla covered her mouth as she watched from the shadows. She felt a strange twist in her chest-not guilt, but excitement. The plan was working. They truly believed Delia was the witch. Baron's voice was like ice. "Let your last breath be silence." Then he struck. The dagger slid cleanly across Delia's throat. Her eyes widened in shock. She gasped once. Then fell still. Adolf wiped his blade and stepped back. "It's done," he said. "The witch is gone."

I worked myself to the bone every month so she could do what she loved, yet she went and staged an electrocution to kill me. The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. I stared at Felicia with hatred as she took my bank card before making a call. "Please… Help me… My husband accidentally got electrocuted. I need to arrange a funeral," she said, pretending to cry.

Caldwell suddenly claimed he needed to return to the coast and halted my mother’s treatment. My mother, Elena Rossi, suffered from severe heart failure. Without Dr. Caldwell's proprietary treatment, she could die at any moment. Dante called me. His voice was as cold as January in Boston. "Sofia, post a clarification video immediately. Say the marriage certificate was photoshopped. Say the academic fraud was something you fabricated. Otherwise, your mother’s oxygen supply at the hospital might be ‘accidentally’ cut off." The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand.

That morning, the top headline on the financial news read, "Dawson Group Accused of Tax Evasion. Key Executives Summoned for Investigation". This was the result of Nemera and Noah working together. The Dawson and Howell families had collaborated for years. With just a bit of digging, countless shady dealings came to light. Moreover, Noah had already planted people within the Dawsons, and they had been instrumental in gathering evidence. That very same evening, another headline dominated the social pages, "Police Raid Abusive Sanitarium Masquerading as Rehabilitation Facility."