Novel & Cerita Good To The Last Death Series Book 11

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We gave it our best and when we look back, we can proudly say, ‘Hell yeah, at least I tried. ~~~ THE END! That is it! The last chapter. We have Epilogue next. But ADWTD has officially come to an end. Colton and Racheal thank you for your company and reading their love story filled with mystery, killings, suspense, kisses and tons of drama. Thank you! And lots of love! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

****A/N**** So this was the last chapter of BOOK 1 BOOK 2 :The Rejected Alpha King is out on GoodNovel P.S. [] is for what Elias said to Erica back when they spoke before she woke up.

They were the sorrow his loved ones death has caused him and nothing will be able to quench this thrist of revenge other then Valerio's death. " Will look forward to it, Don." With that Valerio dropped the call. It was the announcement of the war. Note:- Hey there all of my lovely readers🙂🙂 finally the epilogue is here. The sequel is also up here in the Goodnovel app with the tittle - " Love at Knifepoint :- Inevitable Love " Shower it with your love and support as you have given this book of mine. You can find my other books on my profile too. love you all 😘😘😘

he whispered toward the entryway. Damien didn't answer his question. Instead, a single, chilling sentence pierced the closed door. "I know you're in there." A long, agonizing pause followed before Damien added, "Walk away now... or this becomes your last assignment." The lock clicked, but it wasn't Damien forcing his way in from the outside. The stranger inside had made his choice. Elena heard the sudden, desperate rush of his boots toward the back window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, followed by the heavy thud of a body landing hard in the muddy alleyway below.

He worked slowly, carefully. They came every week after that. I learned the man's name: Damien Voss. The boy was his younger brother, who had autism. They came from a smaller family-their father, Augustus Voss, ran a legitimate shipping empire, neutral territory. That made him safe, and complicated.

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the sirens fading. Elena smiled, tears streaming. “It’s over.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re free.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Alexander’s lips brushed Elena’s. “Forever.” Lila’s smile was small but real. “Family.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in my handwriting: VOLUME VI: THE LAST CODE. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

“Classic.” Further down the aisle, another section glowed faintly. WILLA ROANE – PROPOSED ENDINGS. A chill crawled down my back. I pulled one of those books. Opened it. The first page was the Standard Ending door I’d already seen: me in the car, crash, nothing. Another volume: Tragic Author Ending—me fused into the Core, eyes dull. A third: Hero Dies, System Survives—me throwing myself into some code‑storm while Corvin was dragged back into bound service, Selene re‑crowned, Jax promoted to handler.

My breaths grew shallow. Nina’s tears blurred above me. The room dimmed at the edges. The last thing I heard before the silence swallowed me was the long, flat tone of the monitor. Time of death: 13:14, August 13th.

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.