Four Or Dead Free Novel Novels & Stories

My fingers clawed at her steel grip as the air thinned, each gasp harder to catch. Her eyes narrowed, wild. “It was always you. Because of you, Father never saw me. Because of you, Mother beat me. Why do you get happiness, every life, every time? Why do you get the perfect husband? Don’t worry, Sera. You’ll die, and I’ll be reborn again. And this time, I won’t make the wrong choice. I’ll kill you before you even marry. I’ll tie you up and make you watch as I take everything.” I forced a smile. “Is that all you’ve got?”

"Kayla, what's wrong with you? What do you mean, off the hook? Don't scare me like this!" Just as he tried to struggle to his feet to reach Kayla, Margaret and Robert immediately grabbed him tightly, making him unable to move. Kayla picked up the gasoline by the door and, under Dylan's terrified gaze, poured it throughout the entire room. Then she pressed the lighter and ignited the carpet. "You're all crazy! Let me out! I don't want to die!" Kayla quietly sat down, letting the flames climb up her body. Watching Dylan struggle in agony, she asked calmly, "Now our family of four will be together in life and death. Isn't this what you wanted?"

There was no way of getting in there except if one of those idiots opened it from their side. A fail-safe I had installed when I had nearly suffocated to death with a blonde that one time. She had wanted to fuck me in the warehouse. I had obliged. Thought the safe would be the best bet for privacy. Somehow the door had swung shut. Sealed us off from the world. If it hadn't been for Rafael having the same thought with a redhead, we would most certainly have died.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Chapter Three,The Book That Burns. She whispered, “No…” The final line appeared, slow and deliberate. Chapter Four, Olivia Dies or did she…?

The four of them were grey-faced and haggard, stubble grown out, eyes sunk deep, the look of men who hadn't shut their eyes in a month. The instant the doors opened, all four turned their heads at once. When they saw my mother's face, the cup in Rex's hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “Alice?” Rex was first to rush over, his voice cracking. “You're not dead? You're really not dead?” Cormac stumbled two steps forward, shaking all over, reaching out a hand and not daring to touch her, as if afraid she were an illusion. “Alice… this can't be.”

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death. I could see and hear everything around me, but I could not touch anything. As I drifted in the air, I looked down at my frozen body curled up in the corner. Once more, Erin walked through the door. When she saw my corpse, a gleeful smile spread across her lips. "You're finally dead, April." She knelt down and poked my stiff cheek. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of my fathers." Then, she stood up and called Daniel. "Bad news, Dad! April is... Something bad happened!"

I hovered around her, quietly watching this scene. I really did not understand. I was dead. What was the point of her doing all this? So that she could be moved by her own actions? Or was she trying to lighten her guilt? I realized that I did not know her at all. Even after my death, I still did not know her. It was not until the evening that Nate grimly kicked the door open and stuffed my urn into her arms. "I finally know why you and Jason are together. You two are equally nuts! Just get lost!"

The leader held up his phone, reading aloud in a mocking voice, “I’m with Bianca. She’s having stomach cramps. Stop calling.” He laughed. Loud and cruel. “That cold bastard,” he said. “Doesn’t even realize you’re gone. Guess you were just a pretty placeholder.” Then he spat on me. “Bad luck. Got the wrong woman.” Someone asked, “What do we do with her now?” “She’s bleeding out anyway. Just dump her and go.” One more kick. And then footsteps. The slam of a metal door. And nothing. Just me. Alone. Bleeding out in a warehouse that reeked of mold, metal, and rot.