"in Death" J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

Everything was truly gone. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She sank back against the tree, sliding down until she sat on the forest floor again. The crumpled note fell from her fingers. Roberto was dead. Truly dead. No more chances in the Harbor. No more stolen mornings wrapped in each other’s arms. The man she loved had been taken away, buried by a father who had waited lifetimes to hold him, only to say goodbye.

Jude’s POV “Holy shit! I still can’t believe everything you just told me” I said in wide disbelief as my mind tried to make sense of everything that happened after I died. We were all gathered in my bedroom. Davina was still sleeping deeply against my chest while I absently played with her silky long hair. Robert, Ian, and Irena were all sitting next to each other at the foot of the bed, facing us. I suspected Davina would turn dark due to my demise, but I didn’t expect it would go this far. She killed all the alphas, plus Robert’s sister and she did it all without an ounce of hesitation.

There then came a basement, Konx tilted his head and got the other's attention, crouching down they were ready to attack, after getting Dantes's signal Knox threw the door open and barrelled in with the others following suit, to their right stood a man, calmly looking out the window, the only window in the basement that had light coming through it. 'I was waiting for you, took you long enough,' Roberto sassed, as he took out a cigar and put it between his lips. The wolves snarled at him in disgust and rage, Dante kept a cold look on his face. His father Roberto Suav Salvatore was going to die today at his hands and this time he was going to stay dead.

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, how can I forget that?" I impatiently responded. "Well..." I could hear him swallowing. "She's not dead, Rob," he whispered. "What?" I shot up from the seat, making Ellie sit up as she looked quizzically at me. "She played us, bro; that bitch fucking played us." I couldn't really understand what he was saying. "Rob, what are you saying? Are you okay? Has her death affected your mental—" "My mind is fucking okay, damn it!" He cut me off, raising his voice, something that he rarely did unless he was in a very critical situation.

Chapter 68: Kelly's POV “He’s dead?” Diane asked, her voice sharp enough to slice glass. She stood at the edge of the long marble counter in the penthouse suite we used for meetings. Her silk robe slipped down one shoulder, but she didn’t notice. Or care. Her perfectly manicured nails gripped the edge like she was trying not to flip the whole room over. “Yes,” I said simply, watching her from the far end of the room, arms crossed. “Robertson’s body was found near one of the old black sites. Execution-style. Bullet to the head.”

I jolted awake, sitting straight up. Darkness still swallowed everything around me. I tapped my phone screen. As expected, it was 11:11 p.m. The rhythm of the snoring beside me, even the steady ticking of the pendulum clock in the living room… Everything was exactly the same as the last four times. Every time I died, there had been no pain. I didn’t even know how I died. The only thing I knew was that sleep was the trigger.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

That was the aim for all this. Dreidan looked at Roberto. "Keep him alive. I'm not done with him. He's gonna regret the day he came into this earth when I come back." Roberto just nodded as he watched his shirtless boss carry the girl away. For the first time in years, he felt really sorry for his boss. Dreidan had barely recovered from the death of Nevaeh and just when he seemed to open up his heart to another girl, the bastard sitting right in front of him almost killed her. With anger, he lifted his big foot and sent it right to Leo's manhood with so much force that Leo thought he was going to die. He screamed so hard which earned him another punch from Roberto.

Without much of an effort, Shamma stretched out her right hand and defied the law of gravity. Xavier could only but stare at the stagnant sword inches away from his neck. Rob just glared at the same incident face registered with shock.He was at some point quite sure someone was going to die, but the odds were now fully stacked against him. Shamma twisted her hand, and in the same manner the sword turned, its tip now fully facing a stunned Rob "Please, please dont kill me it was not my idea plea..." but before he could say more his sword flew towards him piercing through his chest.He gasped for air as he sunk to the ground but it was too late. He died.