Doom At Your Service Novels & Stories

A quiet night but something else takes place inside a private bar. People are dancing vigorously on the dancefloor with a presence rising above all. Leo fortez, one of the big drug distributors in Tondo— he is surrounded by beautiful women while dancing and obviously, they used drugs to do what they want to do without thinking. A man approached the bar side and sat down. "One vodka martini, please," said a man in a turtle neck sweater and a black suit. The bartender immediately went and started preparing the man's order while this was happening.

Damiend nudged her. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I went berserk unconciously earlier and gave my senior grim reaper Damien a hard time taking care of me again," She spoke fast that when she's done talking she was panting and breathless. Azrael sighed. "Forgiven," He said. He gestured them to stand up and so they did. "You know what to do, do you?" "Yes, sir," They said in unison. "They've brought Shane at the altar. Your comarades are surrounding them, getting ready for a surprise attack as we are outnumbered."

“I could arrange that. I see that your also in New York as I am, so text to me a place you would like to meet up at and I’ll be there within the hour so we can talk about all times my friend.” “Will do, talk to you soon.” I’m not really shocked that he knew where I was. I am talking about Davian Ehecatl aka Drogo that in the military that I believe means phantom. I looked up to see that there was a twenty-four-hour restaurant that was close by that we could meet up at. As soon as I text him that I go help Adira to bring up some food for my baby girl and also to have Adira to watch her while I’m gone. When we get there, I see that she’s already awake just looking around the room seeming so lo

David turned, his winter grey eyes piercing her blue ones as he took her hand into his and squeezed gently. The priest smiled. "Do you, Dawn Araceli Montgomery, take this man, David Argent as your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health. Do you promise with all your heart to honor this vow till death do you part?" "I do," Dawn promised without hesitation and David's heart thumped with euphoria.

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

It wasn't the creak of a door, but the blast of an explosion. The four-inch-thick doors of the banquet hall, along with the surrounding wall, were blown to pieces in an instant. The massive shockwave launched the Soldati guarding the entrance into the air before slamming them against the wall. As the dust and debris swirled in the air, a deathly silence descended upon the banquet hall. Every head turned toward the gaping hole that used to be the entrance, terror written on every face. Then, dozens of tiny crimson laser dots cut through the smoke, locking onto the foreheads of Lorenzo and Sophia.

"Miss, the thing is, we're actually mercenaries. Our employer's dead. Our buyer's gone too. If you hadn't given us food the other day, we would've starved by now." I was genuinely surprised to hear this. But I absolutely didn't believe they wanted to stick with me just because of a few meals. "You got paid. The job's done. Isn't that how this works?" My voice stayed cold. "The world's falling apart. I don't want to get involved with people I don't know." I turned and walked away. Suddenly, a car barreled straight toward me. "Watch out!" Someone shouted. A powerful force knocked me sideways. I heard a man cry out in pain and smelled burning flesh.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

"You're thinking of running again." "I don't know what I'm thinking." "Come let me show you something." She led me down a corridor I hadn't seen. We stopped at a red door. Above it, Cyrillic script I couldn't read. "What does that say?" "Violence forbidden. It's a Sanctuary." She pushed it open. Another surgical suite, but the floors were painted deep red. "Anyone can get treatment here including enemies. Frank's rule: medicine first, always." "You run free clinics for criminals?"

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