Last Mile David Baldacci Novels & Stories

“He as it were has ten minutes to fix up between battles. There is another challenger holding up straight after this one, and divine beings know how numerous more after that.” Cassie felt unhinged, but she was solidified with fear at the same time. She was having inconvenience retaining the brutal rules of this bizarre shifter world. The as it were overwhelming thought in her intellect was that she couldn’t stand to see Claw get hurt. “When does it stop?” Cassie inquired delicately. She was perplexed that she knew the answer. “There are as it were three ways this can end,” Amy replied bleakly. “Either he routs each final one of them, or he surrenders and readily loses the position, or …”

In the epilogue, Mom shared excerpts from her journal: [May 4, 2024] We finally got the match results between Charlotte and Oliver. She disappeared that same day. [May 8, 2024] I've called her so many times... not once did she pick up. I just wanted to tell her—it's okay if she couldn't do it. We never would've blamed her. [June 4, 2024] She transferred money into my account. I know she's trying to help... but why from so far away?

Far beyond the prison, wolves began howling across the mountains, ancient seals shattered beneath forgotten kingdoms, and the sky above Dark Hollow turned silver even though we were deep beneath the earth. Then Damian suddenly dropped to one knee. I rushed toward him, but he looked up at me with golden eyes that had turned completely silver. A voice came from his mouth. Not Damian's voice. The voice of the first Blackwood Alpha. “The final bloodline has awakened.” Then Damian looked directly at me and whispered something that made my blood run cold. “Selena, your enemy is already inside Dark Hollow.”

I called Claire that evening, mostly because there wasn't anyone else left to call, and she picked up on the second ring, warm as always, already asking what was wrong before I'd said more than her name. "You sound off," she said. "What's going on?" "I found something. A real lead, maybe. Danny remembered a guy leaving through a side door that night, one that's never used, right near the back hallway." "Wait, seriously?" Her voice sharpened with interest, and for a second the isolation I'd been sitting in all day loosened slightly, just having somebody actually engage with the thing consuming my entire life right now. "That's huge, Eli. Did he see who it was?"

Hello, my lovely readers Finally! Another season is done and we are entering the finale season of The Last Alpha Standing! Things have been a rollercoaster even for me. I could not believe that time flies so fast that this novel is already at its climax and down to its ending. I thank you all for your support and for reading my story.

My death day had finally arrived. As a workaholic who never took a day off, even on a holiday like New Year’s, Daniel still left for the law firm early in the morning. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. “Wait for me tonight.” I smiled as I watched him go. I stood there until the black Bentley disappeared at the end of the road. I was the only one in the villa. I had sent the housekeeper away. I locked the door and drew all the curtains. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water.

Victor narrates. I left Veronica Diaz's room without her noticing in the middle of the night, I was a skilled hunter, and I had my reasons for leaving, women go crazy with my simple presence at dawn, it was something particularly supernatural. I dial an unknown number on a disposable phone while in my office. "Hello...this is Victor, we have unfinished business to resolve, the sooner we get started the better it will be for me," I indicate full of intrigue and courage, I was used to doing this kind of thing.

The fate of his carefully constructed life hangs in the balance, and he is determined to find a solution that would prevent the media from turning his world into a living hell. “So, what did all of you do last night?” he throws his very first question and moves his eyes towards the house manager named Karen. The lady politely answers him, informing him about the little feast they had last night. “We arranged dinner in the garden and all of us were having a nice time. We even had drinks.” David doesn’t show any impression, instead, he continues with another question, asking the same lady, “Out of all of you, who wasn’t drinking?” The lady named Karen responds with a respectful tone, “Blackwoo

Laila only gave him an envelope where Rosa had gave it before. Meanwhile, in ZZZ country which is two thousand miles away from the current Rosa living, David was in his house surrounded by a bottle of alcohol. The house is very clean but there is dust everywhere and the strange quietness of the house had shown a lot that the house was abandon for several months.

“I’m leaving Mexico tomorrow with Alma. I’m done playing fair.” Señor Davida nods. “Ricardo can’t win.” “He won’t,” I tell him. “We’ll find another way to expose him. Before he makes his next move.” Davida’s mouth curves into something between a smirk and a scowl. “Oh, I’m already working on that. But since you’re heading back, you can help from the States, right?” I nod. “Of course.” He extends his hand and I shake it firmly. “Gracias, Golden Cop.”