Left For Dead One Novels & Stories

Liam pulled me into his arms, his chin resting against my shoulder, his voice low. "But Demi's way too good in bed. I can't give her up, either. Everyone has someone they can't forget, someone they can't let go of. You're no different, right?" I froze, then shoved him away. The hint of cruelty in his smile made my chest turn cold. "If you were going to lie, you should've lied for the rest of my life. Why tell me now?" "Because your parents just died." I froze. My parents were long gone.

Her fingers trembled with anger as she dialed the first number I had sent her. The call connected almost immediately. A tired, worn woman's voice came through. "Hello?" "Hi," Evelyn said. "I wanted to ask if you know a young man named Thomas Carter." The other end went silent for a moment. Then, the woman gave a bitter laugh. "How could I not? My ex-husband left me and took our child because of him. "Back then, he told me his family was forcing him into a marriage. Over time, I gave him almost 600 thousand dollars.

“What the fuck does that mean? The last time I checked—which was yesterday, by the way—everything was good. Lev had that assignment under control, or didn’t he?” Deafening silence followed, thick enough for a knife to cut right through. The only sounds between us were the heavy thumps of bass and beats from outside the room. Tikhon shifted uncomfortably. Worry wrinkles formed at the center of his forehead, and his jaw ticked. “Lev’s dead.” “Great.” Shit.

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

Jennifer shouted angrily. Upon hearing this, Jason sneered. "So what? Frederick Lester is dead." "Who said I was dead?" someone shouted right then.

But she remained beyond my reach, her spirit forever severed from the world of the living. My men stood behind me, their silent presence a testament to the gravity of the moment. I turned to them, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Leave us," I commanded, my words a solemn decree that brooked no argument. They nodded in understanding, their expressions a mirror of the grief that weighed heavy upon my soul.

It was as if I cut my tongue in a quick second. “Avery, get your shit together–” “He’s dead. That man is dead. ”

“Don’t call me until you fix what you’d done wrong.” The line went dead. The scarred man laughed softly, almost pitying. “Damn. Your brother’s cold.” He stepped closer. “Guess you’re useless to us now.” He raised the gun and pointed it at me. “Let’s just hope you’re worth something after you’re dead.” … “Don, we’ve searched everywhere,” Lorenzo said, stepping up beside Matteo. “Looks like the Moretti cleaned out the place after they killed that woman.” He held something small in his hand.

Lucien looked at his father that wa s leaving and asked, "What announcement?" "That their Luna is dead".

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.