Left 2 Die 2 Novels & Stories

Just the truth, ugly and sharp as broken glass. Betrayal.

“You’re persistent. How do you even have a Salsa song on your phone?” “You’re stalling,” he teased, ignoring her question. Reluctantly, she stood up and faced him. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—I’m not a patient teacher.” “Noted,” Daniel said, stepping closer. Alice showed him the basic steps, her instructions clear and precise. Daniel, however, was hopelessly clumsy, his feet stumbling over hers more than once. “Left foot, Daniel,” Alice said, laughing as he went right again. “I am using my left!” he argued, though his grin betrayed his lack of seriousness.

he stated and smiled happily at me giving me the creeps. "What does that even mean," I growled angrily and Kaeha chuckled. He put his arm around me and smiled. "It means that you are a Dual God, Sebastian, two sides of the same coin, both light and dark or Life and Death. You can give life or take it away, but like your mother, you aren't supposed to even exist, you're either an extreme mistake or a divine blessing, it's for you to decide. You have the ability to kill other Gods or bring deceased ones back to life and there are those in the world that would pay any price for that gift and use it nefariously," he replied and I nodded in shock. I didn't realize Hoka and Rai both had been eaves

I catch myself saying before I could process it. Hesitation fills her eyes, “Matteo”. “It's okay” I stand up and stretch my hands towards her, “we should get some sleep”. She takes my hand and stands up, face to face, our breaths in sync, our hearts beating loudly, I put her hair behind her ear, “Lucharè por ti Lorraine en esta vida o en la muerte” I kiss her forehead and head straight to my room. I will fight for you Lorraine, in this life or in death.

Decisive. Two can play this game, after all.

For now. **** LMCD22

Chapter 1: Danger “Mother, why did you leave me alone in this world?” murmured a girl in a weak tone while touching her mother’s gravestone that had just been stuck in the ground. Her bright brown iris did not stop looking at the mound of earth that had just been made. Underneath the mound of earth was her mother’s body, which had been lying there for eternity. The girl tried to hold back the cries that might escape her tiny lips. Because she was too focused on grieving, the girl did not realize that all the mourners who attended her mother’s funeral had returned to their respective homes, leaving her with a middle-aged woman who looked at her sadly.

I eased it open. Inside lay a small envelope, edges worn. I pulled out its contents: a photograph. My breath caught. It was us—Dare and me, years ago, laughing in the Blackthorne gardens under string lights. My head on his shoulder, his arm around me protectively. On the back, in faded ink: “She’s the one. Don’t let them take this. – D”

After the commotion subsided, Howard's cold voice echoed from the video. "Marlena! Stop with your schemes. Can't you see how terrified Sue is? I'll deal with you later for hiring people to kidnap her." The video went silent for a few minutes after that. Suddenly, one of the thugs exploded with rage, landing a punch squarely on Xander's temple and yelling hysterically, "That idiot only gave us 20 million and left us with these two useless burdens! What are we supposed to do now?" The suppressed, suffocating tension of violence erupted in the factory all at once.

her dad called, “take this ₦20,000. Buy something nice.” “Thank you, Sir.” “You should start going now so you’re not late.” “Okay, bye, Ma. Bye, Daddy!”