Fatal Alliances Novels & Stories

"And what good would an alliance with a bunch of dead people do us! Stupid dog go sniff some asses!" "Well let's hear it. What'd our good luck/ bad luck charm do?" .... The question brought Alayna back to reality. She hesitated briefly, figuring the best way to respond. "Kind of all those things I guess? But he didn't kill everyone." ... "So he did kill someone?" "Yeaaaaa-... There was certainly a lot of killing." She hummed. "By the gods." Cassandra groaned dropping into her seat.

“You could have been killed tonight, Octavia. What where you trying to do, standing directly in his line of sight. Do you have any idea how reckless that was?” His words hit like a slap, and I felt my cheeks burn. “I wasn’t being reckless,” I muttered defensively. "He pointed his gun at me, there was hardly anything I could do to prevent that." His gaze softened slightly, "I understand. They failed to keep their man under control and my daughter almost died as a result. I won't take it lightly with them." "What is going to happen to the alliance now that Allister is dead." I asked. The already tense dynamic that has been between both families is just going to get worse, that is even if a war

"Are you? Because from where I'm sitting, you're trapped in a compound full of people who blame you for their son's death while someone is actively trying to kill you. That doesn't sound fine to me." I sat on the edge of my bed. "What do you want me to say, Vincent? I chose this, whether I had much of a choice or not." "I know. And I respect that you're trying to figure out who killed Rafael. But Thalia, you need to be careful. Really careful." His voice dropped lower. "Dad's getting pressure from other families. People are saying the alliance is cursed. That marrying into the Torrisis brings death. They're questioning whether the Corsinis should honor the agreement or cut ties completely."

Who knew? He scoffed, "It seems you have taken many of our former allies. Is there a reason for this?" I chuckled, "When you have alliances that are strong, other species take notice and want to be a part of it." He snarled, "I will never submit to you." I shrugged my shoulders, "I never asked you to. Alliances are not you handing power to me. Alliances are agreements to work as a team. No one is better than the other. Everyone is equal." He sneered, "You killed my father and all of my brothers. I will not ally with the killer of my family." I growled, "I will not ally with anyone from a family who keeps trying to kill me!"

"If I may," Ryder cuts in, "they were very deliberate in naming you specifically. I think their wishes deserve to be honored." I exhale slowly, the weight of it pressing down on every side. "Fine," I say. The word tastes bitter. "Is that everything?" Ryder nods, packs his briefcase, and leaves. "Between the five of us, we can manage it," Killian says, once the door clicks shut. "This is a disaster," I mutter, pressing a hand to my temple. The beginning of a migraine sits behind my eyes.

"A man named Forsythe. He was a business rival of Madden's at the time, since gone abroad, his company dissolved. He used the attack as a pressure play." "And you were there that night," I said. A pause. "I had received word through a private channel that something was being planned," she said. "I went to warn Killian. But I arrived late and by the time I was there the situation had already started." "You watched," I said.

No one deserved to be treated like this, not her nor her father. “I refuse to marry a man like you!” Jasmine shouted. “Do you think your revenge can destroy Kinsley? He has faced much greater bitterness in life than romantic matters. Your plan is a total failure, Mr. Merrick.” Mr. Merrick was consumed by rage, then grabbed Jasmine by the neck with both hands. The pressure he applied increased, making Jasmine’s face turn red and her eyes water. “I forgot that Kinsley Hawthorne’s mistresses are rebels,” Mr. Merrick said with a cynical smile. “But if you say so, what about the news of your death? Are you sure he will endure it when he hears it?”

At least I’d done something. “That was a fucking disaster, Killian,” he hissed. I looked up at him. “I’m not in the mood, Tommaso.” Undeterred, he continued. “Something went seriously wrong.” “Do you think I don’t know that? I have ten dead men at the funeral home right now. I have ten families who lost their loved ones. That blood? It stains my hands.” I leaned back in my chair, twisting back and forth. “And Alonzo believes we have a rat.”

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

"Dear child, Alana said, I should tell you this; she told me about it before she died." "More obstacles are on the way; the road to your future is perilous; don't trust people easily." "Trust in yourself that you will make the right decision." "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." "You and your mate must rely on each other to survive, and you must also protect each other." "Together, you are both unstoppable; divided, you can easily be conquered." "So whatever you do, you must not allow anybody to create a rift between you too." "You are each other's strengths and weaknesses, so you must know how to cover that."