Human Race 3 Days Grace Novels & Stories

he grunts. I'm too tired to fight so I turn his face towards me. "Jace is a fucking boy... You're a man." Delight flickers in his eyes then he glances away swiftly, looking up at the ceiling. I am staring at him in awe of the heaven this devil took me to some few minutes ago. There's a knock on the door. "Bestie!" Marisa calls in panic. "You're on The Evening News!" ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Money. We may have defeated the Nightshade pack, but at what cost? We were now officially broke. Unable to provide assistance to any of our pack members. I had sent Colt on a scouting mission to see how long it would take to reopen the mines or our power resources. If we could get at least one of them up and running by ourselves, we may be able to dig ourselves out of this mess. But from the look on my Beta's face, I can tell that option has gone out the window. Before we could discuss anything, I heard another knock at the door. Knowing it must be Zavian, I patiently wait for him to enter the room. Taking a seat next to his father.

Three years after I was dead, Andrew Lorne and his mother, Dorothy Evans, came to the countryside to take me back. The moment the heavily rusted iron gates creaked open and the weed-choked yard came into view, their expressions soured. "That jinx, Jovana! Look at what she's done to our family residence," Dorothy grumbled, furiously yanking away the blades of grass in her way as she stormed inside. Her eyes burned with fury as she hollered, "Where is she? She doesn't even bother to clean the house! It took us a great deal to come all the way here, yet she doesn't even want to show up!

"Give me a week. One more week, just…" "You asked for thirty days," I said gently. "I gave you thirty days. I kept every promise I made on day one." I paused. "You kept yours too. Eventually." I said it without any sharpness, because there wasn't any left. I'd moved through the anger and the grief and come out somewhere quieter and clearer on the other side. "That matters, Ethan. I want you to know it mattered." He crossed the room. Stood in front of me close enough that I could see the specific way he was holding himself together, jaw tight, eyes too bright, the effort of a man who has decided he will not fall apart in front of someone who has already decided to go.

I got my Zweizerland visa fast. The day before I flew out, Margot called. Total desperation in her voice. "Wynne—no, Ms. Warrington, please... help us. We've lost everything. We're homeless, starving... For Jason's sake, show us some mercy..." I just listened. Said nothing. "Ms. Warrington? Are you there? I'll do anything—be your servant! I'm begging on my knees!" Thud. Definitely her knees hitting the floor.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Three days, three days of praying Rebecca wasn’t full of shit and hoping Grace had more heart than her brother. Three days until we found out if our last desperate lifeline was real… or the final knife in our backs.Because the woman who once wanted me dead was now our only shot at survival, and that terrified me more than anything Harrison Jr. had done.

"Veer, just because your parents didn't had a happy marriage doesn't mean you won't be as well. I want you to be happy with your wife and children before I die." Yeah right. She played her death card now, knowing full well that I won't be able to deny her. I seriously don't understand this deal with women making puppy eyes to get their work done and the effect of it on us men that we can't say no. Rehana uses the same card on Rudra and he being the proper whipped guy can't say no to her. "Fine do whatever you want. But I am going to mumbai tomorrow." "Oh great. I will come with you as well." She says a bit too excitedly for a women who was just being sad that she is gonna die soon.

Three lives. Three.

"Sterilize. Kill every supernatural bloodline on the planet. Return humanity to purely mundane existence." "Which would mean killing how many people?" Jack did the math in his head. Werewolves, vampires, witches, psychics, and every human carrying trace supernatural genetics... "Roughly thirty percent of the global population." Haley sat down hard on the beach. "No pressure then," she muttered. "Just save the world in three days or two billion people die. No big deal." Jack stared at the calm water where gods had just threatened to murder his species. Seventy-two hours to prove humanity deserved to exist.