Deadlocked Novels & Stories

"Ms. Warner, Mr. Wynn has been in a car accident. His mother is also in the hospital with a serious illness. Would you like to go see them?" I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought about everything I had been through, and I let the softness pass. "Is his life in danger?" "He was drunk driving and crashed through a guardrail off a cliff. He barely survived. The doctors say there's a strong chance he'll never walk again. Fiona was in the car with him. She still hasn't regained consciousness, and the doctors believe that even if she does wake up, she'll likely be in a vegetative state."

By the time I returned to my penthouse after Chloe’s art opening, it was past midnight. My phone showed thirty-seven missed calls, all from Milton. And a string of texts: “Lydia, we need to talk.” “The clan’s situation is getting worse.” “The Black Obsidian Clan gave us an ultimatum this afternoon. We have 48 hours to hand over control of the blood banks.” “The Silver Wolf hunters have sent envoys. They’re demanding our immediate surrender.”

The third proposal was a combination of elements from the first two and it satisfied no one completely and therefore satisfied no one at all. The session moved into its final hour with the momentum of two days of deliberation behind it and no formal resolution ahead of it, and the deadlock had the particular quality of a room that had done everything the formal process could do and had arrived at the limit of what formal process was capable of producing.

what it could no longer use. Elen, still stationed at the Soul-Refinery, noticed the "Build-Up." The "Drain" was becoming "Clogged." The "Dead-Logic" was forming into "Grey-Planes," flat, non-dimensional barriers that threatened to "Back-Up" the entire system. If the "Drain" failed, the "Waste-Entropy" would flood back into the First-Engine, "Polluting" the Soul-Oil and turning the "Universal-Thrum" into a "Death-Rattle."

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

Too bad they thought it was just going to be a friendly coffee date. **** Back in the Woodley manor Lewis was waking up from the third cycle of his sleep. After trying to swim, Eat, drink, run around the compound, jog, frog lip and rope jump, draw and even read time seemed to be ticking backwards and he was back to being an idol mind. They say it's a devil's workshop, right? Here’s a spoiler, whoever said that had not met Lewis freaking Woodley because his was a network of conspiracy theories. When he woke up from the slumber he decided to check on his wife, he picked up his sleek iPhone 13 pro and called her.

“I don´t think so. It must be your conversation with her that they heard.” “I only talked with her on the phone.” “So then, we could conclude that the telephone at the office is wired.” Slowly, it dawned on them that talking on the phone was not safe at all. They were tapped. The silence between them ensued while cruising along the highway in the middle of dawn. The humming of the motor, the crushing of the wheels on the graveled road, and the continuous pumping of their hearts were dull sounds that blended with the darkness. Even their voices in occasional chatter intermingled with other squeaking sounds were drowned and lost in the monotonous roaring of the engine.

If I kill her, we will both be free. Now, Sailor, I find myself at a crossroads. Do I abandon you in pursuit of vengeance? Or do I remain, faithfully waiting, hoping, you might look below the surface? What if you should look, only for me to have gone? No, Sailor. I will wait. When we are finally together, she will pay for what she has done... "The Heart of the Sea, Trapped in time, I'll sing you back to me, Love of mine... Below the surface,

Stan and Kinsley, as well as my parents, are close on my heels providing cover for me as I move to the front. I see that the black wolf has Max flipped onto the ground. Max’s underbelly is exposed. One of the most dangerous positions for a wolf. Max is not moving. I realize the black wolf has used a paralysis drug on Max when I was not looking. He is frantically looking around unable to communicate or move.

button on my control deck. ​The video froze. The room went silent. I slowly took off my headphones, resting them around my neck, and looked up at him. I didn't look at him with longing. I didn't look at him with anger. I looked at him the way a technician looks at a malfunctioning printer. ​"Yes, Mr. Cromwell?" My voice was clear, professional, and entirely hollow. ​"What is this?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating with a suppressed heat.