Ian Mckinley Final Destination Novels & Stories

“Um, anything you need?” “Huh?” The secretary looked confused for a moment before almost shouting her answer “Documents wanted to tell you I–” “Let’s calm down first. Deep breath, good. Now say it, slowly.” I said and she finally spoke coherent words which were that she came to talk about the documents I wanted her to complete. “Place them in my cabin. I’ll check once I am done here.” She nodded and looked at my hand that was being held by Alexander and ran to my cabin.

“Have you found the Yellow Sign?” THE END

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

“It’s cuz this big boat here is takin’ up too much of the road!” McKenzie let out a little snort but kept sleeping. I really had tired her out. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell us where we’re headed, Hoot?” “Sure won’t. But I’ll tell you who we’re headed to,” he responded. That was more than he’d ever offered up before. “Who?” I asked. “While y’all were playing hide-the-cucumber last night, I found McKenzie’s grandparents,” he said proudly. My stomach roiled. “Did we really want to find them?” I hazarded.

That choice led to every disaster that followed. This time, I didn't hesitate. I declined the call. The phone rang again. And again. More than ten times. Finally, I took a deep breath and answered. Loud music blasted through the receiver, followed by a soft, saccharine voice. "Megan Stone, Yaron is drunk and wants to see you. You have ten minutes to get to Silver Haven. "Don't come crying to me if he blows up."

A massive Moonstone, covered in ancient wolf runes, stood in a clearing deep in the forest, glowing with a soft, silvery light. The Blackstone Pack's sacred ground. "The Moon Vow Stone?" This Alpha was crazy! Completely nuts! I stared at him in shock, but he just quirked his lips into a gentle smile. He stopped the truck and lifted me out. We stood side-by-side before the Moon Vow Stone. All around us was silent, except for the rustle of wind through the leaves and our mingled breaths. He'd been in such a rush, not even bothering to clean us up from our... activities, just bringing me straight here.

Once my suitcase is placed in the boot beside his we drive off to the airport, Jomo Kenyatta International Airport is where we head, I gotten minutes drive from my apartment. There's a pin drop silence back in our seats and thank God the driver's side is separated from us and he can't see us. The tension is something else before Kyle decides to break the silence. " Nicole I'm sorry about the other day,the truth is that I like you so much and I just want you to consider me,I've been fighting this urge but this is strange to me, I want you to forgive me please it was not intentional, Natalie is just my childhood friend who happens to have a crush on me but I don't feel the same way about her

Liam could barely believe it either. "My grandfather must have spent years building this place." Together, they stepped inside. Unlike the dusty archive, this room looked almost untouched. The air was cleaner. The furniture was polished. It was as if someone had visited recently. In the center of the room stood a large wooden desk. Resting on it was an old film projector. Beside it were dozens of labeled film reels. Emma picked one up. Written in black ink were the words: Michael Parker – Final Recording. Her heart skipped.

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'