Final Destination 3 Erin Novels & Stories

“Third location is ready. Different district. Different pattern. We leave nothing that maps the route.” I took the go-bag and the remaining clean phones. The notes I had written stayed with me. Everything else that could be abandoned was abandoned. The apartment had been temporary from the first night. Now it was simply finished. We left in stages and by three different methods. Kael took the primary vehicle along a route that favored cameras he could later scrub. Draven moved by foot and public transit through crowded nodes. I took a secondary car parked two streets away and followed a longer path that avoided the main arteries. No one traveled with anything that could be tracked in real ti

Erin stepped in. “Yes, step daddy,” I said dryly. I fought the urge not to roll my eyes as I faced the window. Erin connected his phone to the car Bluetooth and began to play good jams that turned the two devils at the back to backup singers with Erin as their leader. It pained me even more that he had a sweeter and smoother voice than theirs which were off tune. After three torturous hours of trying not to climax to just Erin’s seductive voice, we finally arrived at Julie's house.

He seemed distracted—right away he got busy with mindlinks, barking out orders about perimeter security and border disputes. I stood with my back to him by the window, using the motion of my prayer to the Moon Goddess as cover while I inserted the USB drive into the reader. My fingers glided quickly over the miniature touchpad—a progress bar silently advancing in a hidden window. The video of him and Sandy together in our room was being encrypted and transferred to the cloud. Just as the last file finished uploading, its faint gleam fading from my eyes. Midway through this silent communion, Mike’s voice cut the air. “Why is the house so empty?” He was looking around, a faint crease between h

It’s so annoying. “Excuse me a second, Grandma. I have to go to the bathroom.” Erin got up from her seat and found an excuse to leave, as she had just seen Shantal heading toward the bathroom. She had to warn that woman not to bother Ullysis. She hoped Natalie Tisdon could marry Ullysis. Then, she could dig up information about the Ray Fords for her father and brother from Natalie so they could eventually regain control of the Ray Ford Corporation. Erin pretended to be innocent and simple, but in reality, she was just as ambitious as her father and brother. She figured that as long as she acted like a rather capricious young lady, ignorant of worldly affairs, she could gain the trust of othe

EARLIER – BEFORE THE KIDNAPPING Third Person POV Derick stood at the tall, iron gates of Damien’s mansion, gripping the straps of his worn-out backpack, eyes wide with disbelief. Armed guards stood like statues, their weapons tucked against their chests, their eyes alert and unforgiving. “What the f**k…?” he muttered under his breath. “Who the hell does Ken know that lives like this?” A guard stepped forward, expression unreadable. “Who might you be?”

My gaze settled on the two figures walking side by side ahead of me. Raelor was carefully guiding Seraphine down the steps, his hand hovering protectively at her waist. My voice was calm. "I’ve decided." Eryndor exhaled in relief. "Good. I was worried you wouldn’t be able to part from your Alpha." I withdrew my gaze and turned in the opposite direction. "I haven’t told you yet. The Marking Ceremony has already been canceled. I’m ready to leave." The words had barely left my mouth when a confused voice sounded behind me.

He rushes upstairs to check on the kids and I follow him quickly because I might pull her hair if I look at her one more time. We searched and looked in every corner of the house room but still, no sight of the kids in any of the rooms. "You are fired!" Eric barks at Latifah. She's about to say something but I impatiently cut her off. "You heard him. You are fired!" And then we storm out. I know where he's going. He bangs on Ramon's door. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then Eric storms into his house furiously. What I see makes my BLOOD BOIL!!! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

"Yes. Yes, that is wrong right now, Kayla. You should come pick your daughter or I'll do something drastic." "Do what you want, Eron! But if you lay a hand on my princess. . I'll. . I'll. . Sue you! I'll kill you, Eron Castile! Rot in hell!" Kayla yelled and hung up. Damn, Eron thought. He never asked for three women. He wanted just one of them. The love of his lifetime, Fremantle Michelson. Someone needs appeasing, his subconscious reminded at the mention of her name and he made a turn round his table, shutting every work piece and walking out of the makeshift office.

Just say it, April, and I'll take you away from the ceremony,' Ethan said. 'I'm at Frankel's Square. I'm not at the ceremony. I escaped.' She told him. 'Stay there April. I'm coming to get you,' he said. 'Okay,' she responded as a tear slid down her cheek and the mind link was cut off. April crouched down on her hunches hugging her knees as she tried not to cry praying to the Moon Goddess for Jason to be alive. * Damon was dressed in a groom's attire standing at the altar while grinning at his victory. He was on cloud nine.

I watched with pain as my most recent attempted mate walked away without a backwards glance. Phillip's broad shoulders were tense, his gait stiff with barely restrained relief at escaping my cursed existence. His sister Elena's shrill voice lashed out from behind him. "You're making the right choice, Phillip! Stay away from that wretched girl, unless you want to die the same way she killed others!" Flinching, I dropped my gaze to hide the tears pouring down my cheeks. As if her malicious words could somehow infect me further. Around us, the rest of the pack pointedly avoided eye contact. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire of my dysfunction.