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

The same techniqued he uses to those ten notorious men. As the dust of smoke died down, the enemies were still standing but there bodies covered in tiny wounds as their clothes shredded into pieces. But the damage was not major it was only minor ones still E.J made them to cough blood. He knew E.J well. He has many on his sleeves and he could feel he's holding himself to lunged at the nine men. E.J once told him about his past, how he became an assassin in such a young age of seven. He never go into details but he knew, E.J was telling the truth. His mother once talked to him about what he saw on E.J. She said, E.J was the bringer of death. That whenever he went death always follow. She sai

Isabella's POV I never believed that saying about your life flashing before your eyes when you're about to die. It always seemed cliché and stupid. But everything changed when I stood face-to-face with death, and my life replayed before me, both the good and the bad. --- One Month Later Xander Diaz, known as "the Draco," was killed in a shoot-out with the police. The most dangerous man in the city was gunned down. There has been no statement from his family, and the police urged citizens to celebrate this victory, claiming peace had been restored.

I had held her as her pulse faded, felt the warmth leave her body, watched her eyes lose focus. This wasn’t real. But she stood there. Hair tangled. Skin drained of color. Metal biting into her wrists and ankles, forcing her forward like she wasn’t a person at all. Romano stumbled, the sound that left his throat breaking apart. “Rose…” Dagger leaned back, watching us unravel. “Funny thing about death,” he said. “It doesn’t always stick.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My dead mate lifted her head slowly. And looked straight at us.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

My fingernails tore as I pried up the loose board. There, hidden in the dark dust, was a small, leather-bound diary and a dried rose stained with old, brown blood. I opened the first page. The handwriting was mine, but it was frantic, jagged. "If you are reading this, I am dead again. He doesn't know he's doing it. Look at the mirror in the North Tower. The reflection isn't him. It's—" The sentence ended in a bloody smear. Suddenly, a cold hand clapped over my mouth from behind.

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

“What did you say? She’s dead? That’s impossible! This isn’t on me! I didn’t do anything! I just did what you told me, which was to take the locket and beat her up! Her death has nothing to do with me!” The officer’s expression grew solemn. He stepped forward and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto Lenny’s wrists. “No. You’re wrong. Our investigation shows that Daisy died from an internal organ rupture caused by excessive force. Maybe you didn’t intend to kill her, but her death is directly connected to what you did.” Lenny froze. Fear flooded his eyes. He understood better than anyone what it meant when they said an eye for an eye. That was why, no matter how reckless he usually was, he only e

David walked in, alone. “You are too late, David,” Robert said, his voice weak. “Your Father… he will die. I deactivated his system in Flores. He won’t survive.” David showed no emotion. “Arthur sent the Phoenix team. My Father will survive. But you, Robert, you are going to die.”

My face was pale—hollow eyes and afraid. “Dead?” I whispered to myself. I couldn't believe I was dead. But everything here seemed too… real. The air that tastes like iron. The foggy atmosphere that you could barely see your feet. And the smell was like wet wood. Was I really dead? Dead? I shook my head. No… no, no. Dead people don’t panic. Dead people don’t sweat. Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat.