Hatchet Ch 15 Novels & Stories

When Sush’s lips pulled into a frown in a way that was demanding answers, she dropped the sheets back onto the counter and took a few steps to the left to study everything else, at which time Greg’s hand snuck in another brush - this time along her waist. Hazel had finally toned down her anxiety enough to be the fourth set of eyes she came to be, swirling her drink and assessing the redacted documents, trying to make sense of the chronology and - hopefully - finding a pattern. The silence layered, deepened like an ocean. The ruffling and flipping papers were like the hum of the underwater current - fitting and natural. So when Jade’s voice cut through the space, Hazel jumped in the high chai

Hunter sprang from his seat and grabbed at the knife in Celia’s hand. As Hunter went for the knife, his movement pushed Ash forward and her hand fell on Celia’s face. The silver charm pressed against Celia’s chin. She screamed like she had been burned. Celia’s knife grazed Ash’s arm, slicing a superficial line into her skin. The opened wound was a thin streak of bright red, the blood trailing to a beaded point at the end of Celia’s knife. The knife clattered to the floor, Celia’s scream echoed, drowning out all other sounds.

“The usual route is compromised. King knows it. Run the trucks through the timber trail with decoy bikes two miles ahead. If they bite, we close the trap from both sides.” Dagger studied the map, then nodded. “She’s right. We adjust.” One of the older members, a guy named Graves, muttered under his breath, “Girl’s got ice in her now. Cold as Reaper on his worst day.” Mikey, still bandaged and moving slow, gave her a small, careful nod from the corner. The club was starting to see it. Hazel wasn’t broken. She had become something sharper. More dangerous. Jax found her that evening in their room. He closed the door and leaned against it, his side still wrapped tight from the raid wound. Exhaus

Chapter 154 Heartbreaking *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** Hunter raised his hand into the air – stopping Dustin who was tailing him from behind. The sound of the crickets was the only thing that they could hear around. After talking to Elder Morrigan and asking Butler Henry about his plan – he immediately went to the place where Hector went before he went missing.

someone yelled. "Try it!" Victor snatched a rifle out of a soldier's hands and snapped it over his knee. He grabbed the man by the throat and hurled him into a group of his comrades. "You’re fighting for a world that’s already dead! Look up, you idiots!" The sky above London was no longer blue. It was a jagged mosaic of amber and violet. The buildings of the city were stretching, their windows turning into eyes. The "Hatching" was entering its final stage.

. With my new revelation that I was only another notch on his belt, suddenly I was not too excited anymore, hell if I could I would turn my back and go home instead. What was the use of one night stand if you were only going to get played and dumped? Not even 'Wham Bam thank you Mam.' I waited until he unmounted the bike and helped me down to the ground because it was impossible for me to move with his coat around my body like this, hugging my body like a damned vine. His hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up from the bike. "Okay... there you go." He set me on the ground. My waist felt warm and all tingly, all I want to do is bury my head in the crook of his neck, wound my arms

I pick up my hand bag and turn to leave. " Hazel wait" I don't wait, I walk out and he follows me. "Are we seriously doing this?" I don't reply. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Feel free to drop your opinions in the comment box. Love you all🥰

I looked at Amelia’s face then I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “We have three options; It is either I end up dead in a ditch or behind bars for a murder I did not commit, or we go back to Mexico today! What will be your pick, Amelia?” She looked extremely confused, and her eyes had lots of questions, but she nodded her head and hit the driver's shoulders. “Please, drive faster, Gusto” ***************** ONE MONTH LATER (LUNA) LENA’s POV “It is time to go, Madam” “I will be right there, Marina”

"Get the gurney! Now! He’s got silver-rot creeping into the thoracic cavity!" Joshua’s voice cracked across the manicured lawns of the Harrington Estate like a gunshot. He didn't wait for the rotors of the helicopter to stop spinning. He kicked the door open, the harness of the travois still gripped in his bloodied fist. He hauled Richard’s dead weight onto the skids, his boots skidding on the expensive gravel. "Richard! Oh my god, Richard!"