Jack Twist Death Novels & Stories

Ace Denzell made a spirit charm in the air and put it on Rapper Swithin's forehead and froze him in that place. He brought his face in front of Rapper Swithin's frozen face and gave him a kiss in the air, and smiled. "Save your madness and anger for later. I will only give you a chance to kill me with cruelty. But now I have to settle the account with someone else," he said, starting to look towards the path where Ms. Anastasia passed. In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light.

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

"Valerius owns the sky. He owns the streets. But he doesn't own the dark." Jack grabbed a piece of charcoal from the ground. On the concrete wall of the sewer, he drew a symbol. It wasn't the Sterling Lion. It was a crude, jagged circle with a line through it. The symbol of a cracked lens. Or a breaking world. "From today," Jack announced, his voice gaining strength, echoing in the tunnel. "Jack Sterling is dead. The billionaire is dead." He looked at his reflection in a puddle of water. The man looking back was dirty, bloody, with eyes that burned with a cold, violet fire.

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

The drug dealer and his men were sentenced to death for their crimes, while Madison received a life sentence for hiring a hitman. Officer Wright filled Zack in on everything, and passed him the tapes they found at the drug den. They contained footage of the drug dealers torturing and humiliating me. I stayed by Zack's side as he watched every single tape. By the end, he had completely lost it. He was no longer the heroic forensic pathologist everyone admired. Instead, he turned into a disheveled maniac, wandering around asking everyone if they'd seen his younger sister. I stayed by Zack's side, until he was hit by a speeding car and died.

Jane was surrounded by a lot of people who had questions to ask her or congratulate her, while in reality, they felt jealous of her, some even wished former to die. "Dad, what are you planning to do?" Oliver asked Thomas. They were standing at a distance from her. "Make a deal with her, either sell the ruby to us and disappear or just die." Thomas replies and Oliver was actually a little scared of that side of his father when he did get that side in his genes. "Ok, let's kill her!" Oliver said and was excited to kill her brutally. "Relax," Thomas said and smiled. When the crowd cleared out, they approached Jane. She had a microphone on her clothes so Amy and all the others could hear Jane an

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

He said she had caused trouble from the beginning, so she probably left enough clues that her own mother worked out where the police could only work halfway, narrowing his location to Palo Alto. “It won't be long now.” I stared him in the eye. “You will be caught, next month, next year, but you will.” He smirked and turned to slap on latex gloves. The sound reminded me of Colt’s attic, and how Norio had thrown out threats too. But he died, and no one could get him justice, not even his lover. Even in the face of death, I maintained that icy expression I was famous for, but I was terrified, terrified out of my mind at the excruciating pain I was about to face.

he said, leaning closer, "If I win, you kiss me." I opened my mouth to respond—probably with something dry and sarcastic—but was cut off by Katy's voice right behind me. Breathless. Low. "Did you hear? Jackie's dead." I froze. Jackie? Dead? The same girl who'd kidnapped me in the gym storage room and knocked me out cold? "What?" I blinked. "What do you mean she's—" "Dead. Like, actually," Katy repeated. "Found last night behind that sketchy drug block near Mercer. People are saying she was into some really rough things if she was there. They said it was... cardiac arrest or something, but she was found in an alley. Alone."

"He wanted out when he realized what he'd gotten into. They killed him for it." "Name?" Jax's eyes never left her face, searching for tells, for cracks in her story. "Michael Rodriguez. They called him Spike." Another carefully constructed lie. Michael Rodriguez had been real—a low-level dealer who'd been found floating in the harbor two years ago. His death had made the papers, been forgotten within a week. Perfect cover for her fabricated grief. "Don't know him," Jax said, but something in his expression suggested he was filing the information away. "What makes you think the Diamondbacks killed him?"