Fatal Series Novels & Stories

“Mother!” My fingers curled into the silk of my wedding gown, but my mother did not care about any of it. Her hands, ice cold and devoid of care, simply fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, tightening it as if it was some sort of leash. But then, maybe it was her own version of a leash. “Oh please, don’t be so dramatic,” she muttered as she took a few steps back to inspect me. Dramatic? Really? She was marrying me off to Salvatore Moreti, the most feared man in the country. A widower whose past five wives have mysteriously disappeared, and she expected me to do what? Smile about it?

Looking at Mom and Dad crying before her, Grandma slapped each of them angrily across the face. Then, she said in a voice heavy with pain, "How could you do something so monstrous? Even a wild beast doesn't devour its own young!" Dad dropped to his knees before Grandma. "Mom, Chelsea's death really was an accident. None of us wanted this. But she's already gone—there's no need to drag the rest of us down with her. I still have to take care of you in your old age."

Her moods changed from angry to downright irate when he came to Jon Moretti – he couldn’t remembered the last time he’d seen her smile a real smile. “It worked,” she beamed, spreading her elbows behind her head as she leaned back into the chair. “The failed abduction worked.” “It also took out two of our guys. Markus is in hospital with a pretty serious head injury, Alexis.” Beady eyes dipped to the floor as anger flashed across her face. “I-I’m glad it worked though.”

There was a dilapidated courtyard at the end of the alley, and I heard Meredith's manic laughter drift out from inside. "My child is dead! Dead! Why should your children live, Annabelle? They can die, too!" she screamed. I charged inside and pressed the dagger to her neck. However, to my despair, I didn't see my babies anywhere. "Where are my children, Meredith?" I shrieked. She gave me a psychotic smile. "They're dead. I told you, Annabelle. You'll never defeat me!" I couldn't take it anymore, and my eyes turned bloodshot. In my past life, Tim had died in my arms in a fire. In this life, Meredith had killed my three babies. Anger and hatred surged in me.

Right before the world went black, I managed a bitter smile. I'd planned to leave first and die later, but death came so fast that it didn't even give me the chance to go. It seemed I'd end up bothering Eric one last time. … Eric's Point of View The next day, the infirmary's notice of his mate's death felt like a bad joke to Eric. He called Evelyn on the spot. He tried three times, but no one picked up. Something clenched around his heart. He shot to his feet and tore for the infirmary.

"She has two billion dollars in untraceable bearer bonds and a roster of international mercenaries who don't care about your corporate security protocols. I'm tracking a cellular anomaly moving through the Upper Crest transit lines right now. It matches the signature of the strike team she used in—" The frequency didn't just cut out. It exploded into static. Simultaneously, every single holographic monitor floating over the kitchen island blinked out, replaced by a flashing, blood-red warning script: CRITICAL SYSTEM BREACH. BIOMETRIC OVERRIDE CORRUPTED. A heavy, deafening THUD echoed from the reinforced steel garage doors three floors below, sending a violent vibration straight up through th

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

But what he said wasn’t funny. Uncontrollable tears streamed from my eyes “ How can you laugh about something as serious as this?... God! This is all my fault”. “ Hey. psych. This has nothing to do with the accident. And the accident wasn’t even your fault. I don’t want you to blame yourself for any of this” He squeezed my hand and let his head sag back against the pillow. “ I was told, I’d get a donor very soon, which is why I have to move to Ohklay. Believe me, I will be back before you finish you final exam”.

Arturo glanced carefully at the consent form, then turned to me, his tone helpless. "Selena, you're overreacting. This is just a standard critical condition notice. Every family member waiting outside the OR goes through this process." "Nina's injuries aren't that serious at all! I don't trust her! Arturo, I demand a new lead surgeon and a new diagnosis!" Arturo was the Don of the Camollo Famiglia, the largest mafia syndicate in Marinella. As long as he stepped in, he could immediately expose Avelina's lies.

I did not want them to worry, so I replied with a laugh, “Nothing happened. But I may be a little tired because I’ve been preparing for graduation. “Don’t worry about me. Once I’m done on my side, I’ll go join you two. “Have fun over there!” William remained puzzled, but since I was not willing to divulge more information, he did not pursue any answers. He just told me to be careful and to call him if anything happened. After I hung up, I felt my heart squeeze in pain. The memories of their horrible deaths still remained fresh in my mind, and they refused to go away. I was not going to let those things happen again, no matter what!