Novel & Cerita His Savior Her Executioner

He simply held the detonator aloft like a perverse scepter, his message clear. The bright sunlight outside the chapel doors was a shock. His black sedan idled at the curb, a beast waiting. He opened the rear door for me. I paused, looking at him over the roof of the car. The madness was still there, but beneath it, I saw a flicker of something else—a desperate, fragile hope. “Get in, Victoria,” he said, his voice rough. I slid inside the leather interior, the door thudding shut with a sound of finality. I was a prisoner in silk and lace, riding away from my salvation, back into the heart of the storm I thought I’d escaped.

He remembered a thin back bent beneath his weight, a voice in his ear forcing him to stay awake. Hold on. We’re almost there. For years he had thought that voice belonged to Sylvie. Now the paper in his hand told him what should have been obvious from the beginning. The one who saved him had been Elara. The woman he married was the one who had carried him out of the fire. And he had killed her to save a liar. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. He clutched the box to his chest and dropped fully to the corridor floor, shaking so hard he could barely draw breath.

The guards dragged Stephen back by his collar…the executioner raised the sword and sliced his throat too. Stephen's face turned white and lifeless before his body hit the ground…again, the guards dragged his corpse away. I inhaled….looking up at the sky…If my mother was watching down on this moment, she could finally rest in peace too. I blinked repeatedly forcing back the tears threatening to spill over... I refuse to cry here…Gabriel squeezed my hand tightly as the remaining hijackers and Elder Haddon were called out and executed one by one. Finally, only Vanessa remained…

“Chester McHale… He told me to come find you. He said you’d keep me safe.” My head spins. Now that’s a name I never thought I’d hear again. “Chet?” I mumble in disbelief. “Who the hell are you?” “It’s raining in the Sahara,” she rasps before she goes limp, unconscious. The air whooshes out of my lungs. It’s a code. I owe Chet McHale my life, and it seems he’s finally calling in that favor. It looks like my past really has caught up to me, just not in the way I expected.

"I'm sure we would have his head. But then you came. You and the love you represent. You ruined it. I loved her. I loved her like a whisper. I loved her quietly. And I was waiting. Waiting until she finally succeeded. So I could love her as loudly as she wanted. But you? Your love made her weak. The same way his love gets her broken. Your love is contaminated, weakening and stupid. But my love? My love gets her protected. My love makes her grow. My love makes her free. My love gets our freedom. So there you have it. The answer you truly wanted." He paused, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed on mine. "Now can I fucking die in peace, you piece of shit?" I looked at him for a long moment. Then I

He watched me quietly as I searched for any hidden folders, there was one, a backup of everything that I had found and I deleted that too. “I am the Ulfr Banamaðr, Noah didn’t lie about that part, but I’m not a murderer. I’m Hel’s executioner and it’s a calling, not a choice I made. I was chosen to do this, to be the executioner, I didn’t just wake up one day and decided to start killing people,” I said to him. “There’s a lot of names on that list, a lot of dead people you leave behind,” he said to me.

"Anthony, my driver that double crossed us, is in the basement down at the warehouse. I was going to kill him but I didn't want to do it without telling you first." I thought for a second, did I want him dead? I hated him for playing a part in my kidnapping but he was also just a desperate father willing to do anything for his ill daughter. "Let him go." I said. "What? Why? He's the reason you got kidnapped. I'm not going to let him go." "Tyberias his daughter has cancer, he needed the money. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same if you were in his position." "I wouldn't get an innocent girl kidnapped just for some money. He could've come to me and asked for help if he was struggling with t

she shouted at the officer while crying. “I’m really sorry miss.” The officer said as he was trying to lift her up. “ Let me get you a chair,” he said. She swung her head from side to side. She wanted him to let her go. She wanted to sink into the tiles, to ooze onto the floor. “No! no! you are mistaken..tell me that you are mistaken.” The only word coming out to her mouth. She really can’t accept the truth that her parents already dead. ... “Ohh! I’m really sorry hija for what happened to your parents.” Don Alfred said when she finished telling what happened to her parents.

he says trying to hush me. I scream and cry harder trying to escape from him. He leans down closer and nuzzles in my neck near my marking spot. I scream and close my eyes trying to ignore what was about to happen. I feel his canines on my neck, and I scream once again begging him to stop. I start to feel his teeth break through my skin when suddenly he is ripped away from me his teeth tearing at my skin. I do not see who my saviour is. I curl up into a tiny ball trying to protect myself from what might come next. My eyes are closed, and I feel a trickle of blood coming from where Jaxon’s teeth had been on my neck.

“I believe the other crimes I didn’t list are worthy of earning you a life sentence. But the ones I did list, well, those will earn you something else altogether.” Her lips are trembling again as she asks, “Wh-what’s that?” “Well, you see, first you're going to go through the hell that Isla and Parker went through–the silver, the wolfsbane, all of that torture. Then… well, then I make sure that you never, ever hurt anyone again.” I stand up to my full height and tower over to drive home my point. “H-how’s that?” she asks. I think the tears are real this time. I only have one word for her in response. “Execution.”