Four Or Dead Amazon Novels & Stories

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 heard whimpering, which I assumed belonged to Paula. Soon, my head was lifted, and I noticed the scene around me after a long moment of silence. A couple of people lay dead with pools of blood beneath them. There was the man that I saw wearing the trench coat, seated quite a distance away from me when we were in the fourth store. There was another man dressed in a similar way with a brown trench coat. "There's one more," Damon said. Alessandro spoke up. "I think there's two," he said. "So far, I've noticed four people with brown trench coats. Two are dead, two are still at large," he said.

All of them were looking at the body on the ground with a sad and indignant look on their faces. “Number four!” The First Elder flew down and directly knelt in front of the Fourth Elder. “Number four! Why…Why did you die such a horrible death?! Number four, who was the one that killed you? I will definitely avenge you! We shall definitely avenge you!” The Fourth Elder had a good relationship with the First Elder but no matter how the First Elder called out to him, the Fourth Elder was dead and was no longer breathing. “Who was that? Could it really be somebody from the Nine Armies who’s at the ninth-grade ultimate god-level?” Edward had a cold expression on his face and he felt extremely bad

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.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

I clutched my knees and stared at the floor. Phoenix didn’t say anything at first. I knew he was shocked, but he hid it well. He rubbed a hand over his face before finally looking at me, his eyes softer than before. “Finley already told me. Yeah, it’s an anomaly. Almost unheard of—for a wolf to have more than one mate. Four? That’s insane. But…” He trailed off, like he was weighing his words.

A small locked medication safe she cannot crack in six minutes. She takes what she can. Not everything. Everything is greed. Greed is heavy. Heavy is slow. Slow is dead. The smoke thickens. LUS says, Exit recommended. "Bag half full." Exit strongly recommended. “Fine.” She grabs two more boxes, fine has always been a flexible word, then backs toward the door. A third dead body slams into the stockroom entrance from the shop floor, burning at one shoulder. Maya stares. "That's new." Combustion hazard.