Final Destination 7 Novels & Stories

It was after three days,they both went to the safe where their dad kept whatever they were after. They found a sum of money summing to 4M and gold balls, just from grass to grace. It was on a Saturday morning, Adrian and Lisa were planning to travel on that Saturday but in the midmorning, they wanted to pass by their house in Narok before traveling to Nairobi the next day for Adrian's home place, they had promised to spend the Christmas holiday with them so they couldn't just bail out.

The industrial district glared back at me, but among them I spied warehouse number seven. My voice came out lower than I intended. “We have more clarity now,” I said. “We can just target number 7.” Elijah had already pulled out his phone. “I’m calling the jet. It’s 2 hours to Halifax if we move right now.” I nodded and pocketed my phone. “Vic’s crew is already there; they’ll meet us on the ground,” he informed me as we walked to the cars waiting outside. Something steadied inside me… not calm, not clarity, but an anchored purpose that outweighed the fear.

“Are you okay, Ashiel?” I forced a smile. “Yeah. What could possibly be wrong?” He nodded, but I saw the doubt in his eyes. “So it’s decided,” Damien said finally, his voice like steel breaking. “We’re going to meet Leif.”

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

I kept stealing glances at him, now and then. I could not help it. "Where are we going anyway?" Zaire asked after a little while. "Boston." "That's like what? Five hours tops, yeah?" "Mmm." I hummed, nodding my head. "And your sister.. "he started "does she know I'm coming with you? Because I don't want to be in no awkward shit." "Yes, she does know." "Aight." I did tell Maggie that I was bringing him with me. She didn't believe me though. So I guess she was going to see for herself.

"Change the flight to the earliest one tomorrow morning." "Yes, sir!"

Officially doomed. ***

Dennis countered, and with a gesture, he highlighted the list and said, "Computer, accounting for Item 13's specifications, classified and otherwise, in relation to transport average speed, carrying capacity, stealth, and time of activity, determine destination." Immediately, the big map monitor on the wall became active and zoomed in on the Arctic region. Numbers, presumably representative of the factors Dennis had listed, ran across the screen alongside the list. "Destination determined with ninety-seven percent match accounted factors," the AI announced a few seconds later. Dennis smiled when he saw what coordinates the AI had picked out. "Miss Months, gather the kids," he said, "looks li

“YOU KNOW I WANT YOU ITS NOT A SECRET I TRY TO HIDE I KNOW YOU WANT ME SO DON’T KEEP SAYING OUR HANDS ARE TIED YOU CLAIM ITS NOT IN THE CARDS BUT FATE IS PULLING YOU MILES AWAY AND OUT OF REACH FROM ME BUT YOU’RE HERE IN MY HEART SO WHO CAN STOP ME IF I DECIDE THAT YOU’RE MY DESTINY? WHAT IF WE REWRITE THE STARS? SAY YOU WERE MADE TO BE MINE