Dog Suicide Bridge Novels & Stories

The echo screamed, dissolving into fragments of silver dust. When the light faded, the void went still again. Edward dropped to his knees, gasping. His form flickered faintly. “She’s weakening me,” he said. “The bridge wasn’t made for mortals.” I reached for him, panic rising. “Don’t you dare fade.” He smiled, tired but steady. “You forget, I’ve died before.” “That’s not funny.” “It wasn’t a joke.” The bridge ahead pulsed, and the letters of my name flared brighter. The path seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon.

Kai yelled, his voice cracking under the strain. I shifted my boot to the accelerator and stomped down to the floorboards. The gray sedan lunged forward with a wounded, mechanical groan, shooting onto the narrow concrete span of the bridge just as the blue SUV lost its final grip on reality. The hunter’s vehicle struck the heavy iron guardrail of the bridge approach at sixty miles per hour. The thick metal snapped with a deafening report that sounded like a high-caliber gunshot. The massive blue truck flipped violently onto its side, sparks exploding into the dust cloud as it slid across the dirt before coming to a smoking, twisted halt—completely wedged between the concrete barriers, effect

was splattered all over the wall in blood. Was this Sinthos character, what Mrs. Rosenthal was trying to warn me about? Was, Sinthos, the shadow of evil I had encountered earlier? I became dizzy from the questions swimming around in my brain. “Detective Riley, you said the majority of the people living on this street died in the bridge collapse. Is it possible, some made it over the bridge, or got into an accident beforehand?” “We can get an accurate census of the bridge incident from officers Kennedy and Lewis for possible survivors.”

“To kill them. Trust us. This has been one fucking fucked up week.” They turned towards Havermouth. The normal bridge crossing was lost in water, but they headed towards the old train bridge which had been built higher on the bank. Both driver and passenger focused on the road ahead of them as the driver straddled the railway lines with the wheels of the 4WD and slowly made his way across. The passenger sighed out a breath as they reached the other side. “I fucking hate that bridge.”

This prevented the gangsters from attacking Axel out in the open. Finally, they arrived at the targetted bridge. Fortunately, St. Petersburg was built on water, and the city had over four hundred bridges to help in Axel's escape plan. Lucas was not too far from Axel at that point. He saw how Axel purposely drove through the bridge's railing, and his car fell into the water. Two days later, the authorities retrieved the car and a dead body in it. Unknown to them, the car already had a corpse inside, a dead body that Lucas had acquired from a medical training facility. Occasionally, medical schools would receive body donations meant for the student's dissection.

EVERYTHING. They’d ask too many questions if we didn’t put it all out there. So Bridge and I and Layla sat them both down and told them the truth. About the mafia… about the rat … everything. They both cried a lot. But they wouldn’t say anything. I knew that. They’d come and seen her and brought flowers and balloons and cards. Bridge had stayed here for two days straight and I had to make her go home and rest. Soon as she left she came back ten minutes later with a huge stuffed reindeer. It’s sleeping in the bed with Emery now.

Kieran was looking at me. “No fucking way!” I muttered, “the Moongaze pack.” “Well then, it is sealed. Bridge must die.”

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of h

he says without any emotions written in his ashy eyes. Without any hesitations, Denver runs as fast as he can! He is so scared for his life because his online friend left him behind, and now he is in big trouble. Don Angelito comes out from the dark and gets a stick of cigarette from a sidewalk vendor. "What happened here?" he innocently asked when looking at the dead body of the auditor. The old man responded, "he falls from the bridge. The police are now searching for that man he was arguing with at the overpass."

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu