End Game David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Nathaniel's Pov Davidson called me Wednesday morning and told me to come to his office immediately and when I got there he looked pale and shaken. "What happened?" I asked. "I found out what happened to David Aaron." "Is he dead?" "Yes. Him and his entire family. Wife, two daughters, everyone. They were found this morning in a warehouse outside Singapore. Professional hit. Made to look like a robbery gone wrong." I sat down slowly. "When?" "Medical examiner says sometime Monday night. Which means it happened right after you and Evangeline had that video call with him."

And what type of evolution is this? David sighed again. Opening his bag, he still had a few supplies. In his final moments, he’d be able to go out with a bang using the copious amounts of drugs and enhancers in his bag. And even then, David wasn’t sure if he could deal enough damage to kill the Draco. Then he heard the Draco’s footsteps. It was near. Well, that’s enough resting. David lightly stretches his body again to try and gain some energy, no matter how little.

So, how come this man knows who I am? “Are you here to take me from Benedict?” His eyes narrowed to slits. “You mean Benedict Allen, the new alpha of Moonraven?” My jaw clenched at the mention of the traitor’s name. It is enough to make my blood boil. I listened as he spoke again. “I’ve never seen you before. I just happened to find out about Lawrence Devitt’s only child when I investigated him.” “How did you know my father?” “Your father owes me a big debt. I want him to pay it but after I learned about his death, I figured I can go after you instead.”

"David, if you dare to lay a hand on me, I guarantee someone will make your life a living hell." Abigail had worked with David for a while, so she knew something about this disgusting man. He was a classic bully who feared the strong and preyed on the weak. As long as he believed she had powerful backers, he would send people to investigate, and she could win more time for herself. However, what Abigail did not expect was that this was not the first time David planned to kill her. David raised his hand to wipe the liquid off his face. Then, he asked someone to give him another glass of the unknown liquid and said, "You little slut. If your husband is as powerful as you said, why didn't he fi

Brandon continues to massage my shoulders, trying to relieve the tension building up in me. The sight of David, sporting a triumphant expression upon realizing the money in the backpack, provokes a mixture of disgust and fury in my chest. His calculated gestures, and his eyes shining with greed, reveal the true nature of a man willing to use even a baby as a pawn in his dirty game. The detective explains his strategy: to let David believe he's free, giving him the illusion that he has successfully escaped. Brandon and I cling to hope, to the idea that this elaborate trap will lead us to our son. But even with the plan in motion, uncertainty and anxiety persist.

As the car began to move, I leaned my head against the cold windowpane, wondering: Will this actually work? Day after day, second by second, David and I were always being hunted by someone, whether it was Harry, Mr. Thomas, or Liam. We never truly stopped for a moment. There was always a new puzzle to solve. Dr. John, who turned out to be Daniel's father and a former doctor involved in a criminal project; even Jack, who ended up betraying me while I was lost in a maze of riddles. The car stopped in a place far from the crowds. That afternoon, the wind brushed against my hair the moment Steve opened the door. He helped me out of the car and removed the black cloth covering my head.

My gaze slowly dropped to the gun he kept tightly in his grip. This situation was becoming more and more unpredictable with every passing moment. We all watched David reach back into his pocket with his free hand and, this time, take out a single coin. “How about we let fate decide how things play out then, shall we?” he asked playfully. My heart skipped several beats. “What?” James asked with confusion. “Heads—you die? Or Tails—Mia dies,” David clarified.

“It’s a private matter, Peyton. One that doesn’t require you screaming down the rafters.” “Private? He’s dead!” The word feels like a physical blow, even coming out of my own mouth. “There are no more private matters when the person you were fighting with is in a casket!” “Is there a reason we’re reenacting a Greek tragedy in the hallway?” Someone says from behind. I turn my head just enough to see Arlo leaning against the doorframe of what I assume is the library. He looks entirely too comfortable, a glass of something amber in his hand, his eyes tracking the scene with the detached interest of a man watching a documentary on apex predators.

I’m just a granny who can’t bear to leave her grandkids! [Mrs. Wade! She’s the dungeon’s ultimate stubborn NPC!] [From now on, this is Granny’s dorm and her ghost grandkids’ home!] [What an ending… I’m freakin’ obsessed! It’s so warm, badass, and epic! Long live Granny!] [The ‘Cozy Haven’ epic family drama series is premiering tomorrow at the same time! It’s a pure nostalgia hit to audiences everywhere!] The End.

It was Ryan. Every time I ate something, he’d take a bite first, just to make sure there were no traces of peanut. I guess we really did love each other once. It started with a bowl of peanut soup. Now, it ended with one in a complete circle. Ryan finally accepted that I was truly gone. He kneeled, begging the officers. “I’m willing to die, but please let me arrange her funeral. She has no family left. She can’t be alone.” An officer shook his head and pulled out a contract.