Four Or Dead By Goa 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

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

Outnumbered, they forced me into a corner of the wall. I glared at Nora and said threateningly, "I have been serving my country for the past four years! If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you'll pay!" I tried to take the medal out of my pocket, but she ordered the guards to strike hard at the ribs I once broke protecting her. "You're declared dead, yet you still think you have any leverage?" Back then, I was injured protecting her, yet she now used it as my weakness. Four of my ribs were broken. The pain in my hand forced it to curl up.

Has he been playing me all along, just so I up their benefits? Someone's at the door. This must be the news I have been waiting for. Tell me Lucinda is dead. That is the only news I want right now. I fidget in my position as I watch the guy kneel with a disturbed look. It can't be bad news, right? “Don Zealot, number four has fallen. The Caprios laid an ambush for us, and everyone is gone. I only managed to escape because…” What is this person saying? Who is number four? What ambush?

No surprise the whole department knew our names. Hearing the chief now, though? Yeah, they'd been warned about Keyla. Just ignored it. They probably thought those warnings were planted by us—like we sent people to spy. Made them resent us even more. Their buddies had all kinds of tips on winning back a girl. Edmond and Philip didn't need advice. They just never bothered trying with us. Then, right through the noise, Edmond's voice hit like a slap. "They're dead." The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

I tense and fall to the floor, and the girls grab me. They haul me out of the showers, through the locker room, and into the pool area. My body groans in agony, my vision blurred and upside down. "You weren't in the river for long enough," Heather says. "Let's try this again, and this time you can stay there permanently." My heart freezes. Oh my God. She means to kill me. They all do. "You don't want to do this," I plead. "I won't tell anyone you did it. Just let me go."

The air in New York had never felt so clean. Luca’s funeral was grand. For the sake of the family’s reputation, it had to be. To the outside world, he died a heroic sacrifice by protecting family interests in a violent clash with a rival organization. This was so that the Corleone name remained untarnished, and Luca was given the last shred of dignity he would ever receive.

Now, the fourth rule in the contract makes sense. "Age: 19 y-year old." All the sins he committed I see as if it were my memory. From being a bitch daughter to a party girl, a drug user and a murderer. Damn this is too much! "Cause of death: Karmic Death." I almost fell because of that, fortunately, someone supported me. When I looked at it. It was Saint, the badass grim reaper is here. "Tss! Stop cursing me, continue that. Otherwise, she will escape and add to the list of Lost Souls." I did not even understand what she was saying but I continued. It has to end because my head will surely explode if not.

Sure enough, the story had been on the breaking news section. It had been counted as robbery, where the stolen amount reached up to about a quarter of a million dollars. Terrence Jeong had been reported dead, his family and their helpers reported injured. No one had mentioned Samuel Harlan and his friends, which made Kat think they'd taken his body and took it with them. She'd also hoped that they would give him a proper burial, because he'd done it all for his daughter. Die for something. Or die for nothing. Those words had played over and over again in Kat's head now, as she lied back on the bed and closed her eyes. Which one would she be? Would she even fall under a category? What if dyin

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.