Final Destination 3 Erin Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here, Erin?” “I came to warn you,” she said, her tone brisk. “They know about the safe house. You’ve got maybe an hour before they converge on this location.” “How do you know that?” Rowan asked, suspicion lacing his voice. “Because I intercepted their comms,” Erin replied, pulling a small device from her pocket. “They’ve mobilized three teams, and they’re closing in fast.” Rowan cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “We need to leave. Now.”

It was almost seven when we pulled up to Trent and Erin’s home, a large two story in a nice suburban neighborhood. The walk up to the door was tense because we both knew Nathan’s dream held so much significance and were in desperate need of Darren’s guidance. It seemed like we couldn’t do anything without his input anymore; we didn’t want to screw things up again. Erin answered the door, her bright smile slipping as she took in our appearance. I was sure we looked as off as we felt. “Hope you two are hungry.”

The slam of the door cut Eric’s words short. Jeremy reappeared a heartbeat later, leaning against the doorframe with a sigh. His eyes met mine, an apology laced in their weary depths. “I forgot I had pack business with Eric and Ezekiel,” he explained. “I mind linked Aira to come pick you up. She’ll take you back to the guest room so you can freshen up. If you want to go back to the house, she can escort you. Or… you can wait here. I won’t be long, maybe an hour.”

This boutique's fluorescent light bulbs seemed to amplify how hot I was becoming, because I could totally handle some additional discomfort at the moment. “....Heeeeyyy.” “Buuuusted! I’ll be over there, far away from this. Come grab me when you’re done, Casanova!” Erin snickered, and just like that, she was gone. “Are you serious!?” I whisper yelled to myself, watching my supposed best friend make a beeline for the opposite side of the store. That's Erin in a nutshell; She'll help you clean up your dumpster fires, but only after they've been put out.

I believe you need pampering, my love ;) enjoy these free chapters.. xx ~~. ~Cali~ Our wedding is an intimate one. I guess it has become a tradition in our family to have weddings away from people’s prying eyes. We flew to Castlebar, where Evan’s mother and sister are residing. I was nervous as hell as the plane landed in Ireland. I don’t know if his mom would like me or not. His sister Aoibhe is the only person I got to talk to over the phone for the details of our wedding and I knew we would be really good sisters. Shawn and Daniel flew three days early to secure every detail regarding the preparation.

I got confused as I looked at Kimur, he slightly pushed me just enough for me to be beside master Zonner. But Kimur just taught me an attendant is supposed to be exactly three steps behind. I kept my head down as the people around were staring at us, I can’t even distinguish the emotions they were exuding. I just hope it’s not murderous intent, there could be nothing worse than death, right? Not long after that, master Zonner, along with Kimur, Mama Enah, Yannah, and me – arrived at the designated place where the youngest Alpha is waiting. I looked down as I subtly hid behind master Zonner.

"Kellina has only just convinced herself to make this sacrifice." He met my eyes. "If you appear now..." "...she may believe you're only coming because she's finally letting you go." I buried my face in my hands. "I hate that you're making sense." A twig snapped somewhere behind us. All three of us turned. Erin stepped from between the trees. One look at his face told me he'd already heard enough. "I figured I'd find you two together." His eyes settled on mine. "So..." "The rumors are true." I nodded.

Teeth clenched, he growled, "Where are you?" The man gave an address—the most expensive outdoor wedding venue on the Upper East Side. Edward hung up. He bolted out of the apartment, rage in his chest. He would make Margot return by herself, begging and crawling.

Three Years Later By the time my flight landed in my hometown, the streets were already blanketed in heavy snowfall. As I wheeled my suitcase out of the terminal, my phone rang from inside my bag. I glanced at the screen—Mom. “Sweetheart, you’ve landed, right?” she asked. I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m on my way home now. It was nearly impossible to get a ticket for the New Year. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

SATURDAY. AEGIS GROUP SAFE HOUSE, ERBIL, KURDISTAN. ERIN SAT AT THE head of the table and picked at her food. She didn't have much of an appetite though she knew she should. Her body hummed with awareness of the man to her left. She refused to think too much about their stolen moments together. They were adults. They had needs, but needs didn't have to mean more than simply satisfying themselves. Yeah, when had that ever worked for her?