Left For Dead One Novels & Stories

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

"She said Elena is dead. That's impossible." Leo froze for a moment, then sneered. "Dead? A weakling like her wouldn't die that easily." Just then, Chloe arrived, drawn by the commotion, her voice soft and delicate. "Damon, a manipulative Omega like Elena is an expert at playing the victim. This is just another one of her games." "I knew she couldn't really be dead!" Damon slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. "An Omega who doesn't even know how to fight, how could she possibly have the guts to actually die?"

The leader held up his phone, reading aloud in a mocking voice, “I’m with Bianca. She’s having stomach cramps. Stop calling.” He laughed. Loud and cruel. “That cold bastard,” he said. “Doesn’t even realize you’re gone. Guess you were just a pretty placeholder.” Then he spat on me. “Bad luck. Got the wrong woman.” Someone asked, “What do we do with her now?” “She’s bleeding out anyway. Just dump her and go.” One more kick. And then footsteps. The slam of a metal door. And nothing. Just me. Alone. Bleeding out in a warehouse that reeked of mold, metal, and rot.

Sobbing uncontrollably, he continued, "Give me one more chance, and I'll divorce her right now. From now on, I'll settle down with you and only love you for the rest of my life. "Please… just show me mercy!" I looked down at his grotesque, pathetic face and slowly curled my lips into a sneer. "Love?" After kicking him onto the floor, I spat, "Are you finally learning how to love me now that you're at death's door? "I'm Myrtle Wade. I can have any man I want. What makes you think I'm starving for your pathetic scrap of love?" Turning around, I scanned the room with cold eyes and declared, "Everyone here who has laid their hands on me or thrown insults my way… Not a single one of you will esca

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

were bodies. All dead.

"Are you sure you don't wanna play with him?" I looked at Leo, and then at Lade and for some reason, I felt pity for him even if he was just as horrible a person as Leo was. "Just kill him," I wanted him to get it over with. I looked up and saw Leo's gun at Lade's fallen face. Just one bullet to the head and I watched Lade fall on his face. He was dead. Just like that. He was actually dead. He fell at Leo's feet. Leo spat on his dead body before putting his shade back on and looking my way.

I crossed my arm. “Dash is dead.” *silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s