Left 4 Dead 2 2 Novels & Stories

My exit ticket was tucked behind a loose brick. It was Luca's prized snub-nose .22, the one he'd given me before he chose Rosa and shredded our vows in front of the Five Families. The System was gonna let me go home. All I had to do was die. I pressed the muzzle tight to my temple, finger curling steady around the trigger. I closed my eyes. Across the East River, Manhattan's fireworks burst in the sky, distant laughter riding the wind. None of it meant a damn thing. My own heartbeat was pounding so hard against my ribs that it drowned out everything else, like someone was turning the world's volume down, notch by notch.

Daphne was locked in the cell next door, curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. I stood in front of Stellan and looked down at him. "Elara." His voice was scraped raw. "What do you want from me?" "Nothing much." My tone was light. "I just want you to get a taste of what Ansel and I went through in our previous life." Stellan blinked, thrown. "Previous life? What are you talking about?" I did not answer. I simply turned to the people beside me and gave my instructions. "Take him down. Sever the tendons in his hands and his feet."

Lina sat on the lid, her eyes locked on the cracked screen. A ping. Bailey Reid’s message materialized like a ghost. Seller: Kamden Travis. Cargo: Military-grade automatic rifles, AP rounds, two crates of RPG-7s. Buyer: Victor Russos. Status: Logistics complete. Staging: Sector 4, Parking L2. Lina’s heart stopped. A cold, sharp ache blossomed in her lungs. Sector 4. Parking Level 2.

A corrupted mind was the most potent weapon against the oppressed especially if it received the hot dollars from the Chinese crooks turned businessmen. It was now or never, his mission in Zambia was not going anywhere. The man brought on board by the Insaka needed to be terminated. If he was left loose, it meant sacrificing his entire life. His entire hard-earned investments that he wasn’t ready to witness. Bradford designed a plan and whispered a prayer thanking his father for basic training in the fire arms. With his left hand, he felt its weight on his waist; he thanked the god that reminded him to carry it along. The decision was made, the secretary did not deserve to live. His life was

They were full of confessions and longing. He even lingered outside my office and apartment like a ghost. "Luna, I know you're in there!" he yelled from below. "Come out and see me! Just once!" Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, I looked down at the exhausted, crazy man and felt nothing. He thought killing everyone who hurt me would erase his sins. He thought dredging up the past would make me return. It was all too late.

He didn't need proof of collusion; he just needed the documentation that would prove the financial fraud on the Sector 4 project, which was now safely in his possession. ​The Double-Cross ​At 20:45 GMT, I finished my public rant about structural variance, giving a final, curt nod to the camera crews before retreating to my mobile site office. ​I checked the encrypted channel. ​From: A To: E Subject: Echo 40 Status ​Tudor reports successful retrieval and en route to drop-off. I am confirming receipt now. Vos is neutralized, for now. Focus on the foundation. ​Fifteen minutes later, a second message arrived, stark and cold:

"I killed you... I killed you..." If only his regret had come sooner, perhaps we could have truly been the fated mates we were meant to be. But it all came far too late. I was dead now, and my spirit was slowly fading. Nothing they said could ever reach me. But I could not reconcile years of pain, nor the despair of being left to die by my own mate. Marcus watched it all without a hint of sympathy. "Take them away," he ordered his men. "The Alpha King awaits to judge these two sinners."

he asked, raising his eyebrow. “If I call you with that word, then it will be like I am disrespecting that relation.” She replied fuming. “I don’t care what you think Jiya.” He said and pointed the revolver at her. I glanced back and saw the police rushing near him, but it was already too late as he pulled the trigger. I immediately pushed her away completely making her fall on the floor. Then I heard another shot firing and then another. I looked up to see him on the floor dead with a shot through his skull.

My dead leg trailed behind me as we stepped toward the iron door that led out onto the ice shelf. We opened the hatch and the freezing wind slammed into our faces. It was so cold it burned our lungs with every breath.. We did not back down. We stood side by side looking down at Jonathan and his men on the ice. Jonathan looked up at us his smile widening as he raised his terminal. "The four nodes are dead Sierra " he called out. "The global grid is offline and your fathers vault is right beneath my feet. You have no cards left to play."

The files blurred in front of me as conflicting emotions warred inside—Dare’s icy threats, Serena’s mockery, Julian’s possessive desperation. My phone vibrated silently on the desk. A new message from the unknown number appeared. Unknown: Careful. Both of them are playing a long game. My blood ran cold. I looked up toward Dare’s closed office door, where low voices murmured behind it. Then back at my phone, the message burning in my palm like evidence of a war I’d just stepped into the middle of. Dare wanted revenge. Julian wanted control. And I was caught between two Blackthorne men who would burn everything down to win.