Four Or Dead Amazon Novels & Stories

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

The four of us exchanged looks, shock reflected in every pair of eyes. “Then where is the real Dante?” I grabbed Marco by the collar. “Where is he now?” Marco looked at my furious face and let out a cold laugh. “Of course he’s dead,” he said. “Otherwise, how do you think I couldn't get the server password?”

I interrupt him while putting my hands on his shoulders and my head swaying in between us. "She's fine probably a little banged up but they won sir." I raise my head up to look and him putting a hand on my forehead and one to my hip. So astonished. "Kali went to call out Cage. He didn't show but Hazel did, she was the first to lose her life. Forty-two dead, only one was ours. One of Amy's rouges." I sigh in relief trying to understand the situation better "And how's Amy?" I ask realizing she made back baby alive.

It’s Amanda! Carved, brutalized, disfigured, left like garbage. A message. Seeing it in person is even worse than the video. “She’s been here an hour,” Alejandro gasps. “Longer.” They sure like boxing their dead ones up in tiny crates. This one is also marked — AD+. Amanda Dee. Not sure what the plus is for. Empty sockets with dead eyes stare upward, dark and sunken, and her head is tilted at an odd angle — an expression of fear carved on her face. Her mouth is torn, as if stretched past its limits. And I know from the video exactly what was forced in there.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

I got out. "I'll walk into work," was all I said before shutting the door. Children and sex aside, I was confronting evil and I couldn't ignore that anymore. My working theory was that, after a century of genetic manipulation, the Amazons were dying out. Sterile women, deformed babies, pre-teen girls with fragile psyches and men bred for pliability and lack of aggression.

Amber put her hand over his shoulder and said, “soon it will come soon.” Aaron gave her a small nod before he asked, “what about you?” “What about me?” Amber asked. “I mean you are sort of like me as well right? Have you ever tried to find a cure for yourself?” Amber stared at him before she said, “Aaron… my wolf is dead, you know what that means?” Aaron said nothing and Amber explained, “your legs are still attached to your body so you still have a chance to walk. But in my case my wolf is dead that part of me is ripped out of my body and is no longer a part of me.