Hatchet The Novel Novels & Stories

First one way, then the other. One…Two…Three. The stranger drew a small hatchet from his waist band and brandished it over his head. Perfect. There was a universal gasp throughout the alehouse. All knew what was to come. Savage caught his wrist and stepped under his arm. Moving next to him as he brought the hatchet inward and down. So, the man’s own blade pierced down the center of his stomach. He squealed in objection. Flailing and trying to fight.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

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

It is called; AMBIVALENCE: An Interracial Billionaire Love Story. It is filled with a lot of spice and steam and a romantic plot line with a sprinkle of drama. Plus for my chocolate mamas who like their coffee with a little crème, then this is definitely a story for you. Did I mention the lead is a Navy Seal with arm tattoos and a bad boy attitude? Again, thank you all for your support.

"I didn't know she was pregnant. I really don't know what happened, Nate. I was just driving along the road when she ran out like a madwoman." She grabbed Nathan's arm and begged, "You have to help me, Nate. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to die!" As Nathan looked into Gina's pleading eyes, his heart softened. Steeling himself, he cut out the embryo and tossed it into a concentrated sulfuric acid solution. "No! My baby!" I watched as Nathan made the vicious decision to destroy my baby. I lunged at him right away, but my spirit passed through him. All I could do was watch as my baby's body started bubbling and liquefying gruesomely in that vat of acid.

My heavy-duty leather hiking boots are mid-calf in height and will offer plenty of protection from any shards of glass that could easily slice through skin and flash. Bending my knee up to my chest, I released a louder-than-intended grunt from the force of my stomping foot against the window. Two powerful kicks break through the wooden panels and shatter the majority of the glass. Discovering a decent sized rock nearby, I used that to knock away the remaining sharp fragments of glass from around the window frame. Bleeding to death while trying to break into an abandoned building in an attempt to seek shelter is the last thing I need right now. How embarrassing would that headline be? A stran

Hilton continued, “I know my father well. Even if I grant him his wishes, he won’t give me my inheritance. I watched him strangle my mother to death. He and Betty burnt my face because I wanted to reveal the truth to the public. I am just using this avenue to make them wallow in pain.” “Hmm, I am so sorry about. But do you know Mr. Darnold?” She asked curiously. Hilton was quiet for a few seconds, it wasn’t the right time to reveal his identity, so he lied. “I don’t know him. The chairman of Darnold enterprise never makes a public appearance.” Wendy leaned on the couch and thought of the painful experiences Hilton had passed through. His scars weren’t just marks but it showed his strength an

Vincent's POV A month later, Sophia was a husk of a woman, kneeling in an abandoned warehouse on the South Side. "Vincent, please, just kill me..." she begged. I sat across from her, slowly polishing my gun. "Death is a gift you haven't earned." For a month, she had been hunted. Every corner of the underworld had my order: make her suffer, but don't let her die. She became a rat, scurrying through a city that wanted her blood.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.