Left For Dead One Novels & Stories

Maybe even…dead. ***

Then it vanished completely. Dead. Just like that. Silenced forever.

It was only at this moment—when she was completely isolated and helpless—that she finally realized just how incredibly good I had been to her. Bianca penned a long, rambling suicide note to me, filled with apologies and repentance. Then, she leaped off a bridge, bringing her life to an end.

This time, no one would stop me. I stepped forward, my toes hanging over the edge of the cliff. "VIOLA! DON'T!" Four ragged, heartbroken screams ripped through the air behind me. Marco, Vincent, Draven, Luca. They stood in a line, faces streaked with blood and tears, broken and desperate. The four men I'd spent 21 years begging to love me, to see me. "Viola, we know everything now." Marco took a shaking step forward, his voice cracking. "They're all dead. Come back with me, to the compound. I'll give you anything. Everything."

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

But I don't need to know everything that I would give him what he deserves. -"You are not very talkable aren't you?" Lilliana was watching me from my feet to my head she sipped her tea but her eyes never left me. My one finger still kept her curtains but my head turned to her. I wasn't used to talking to anybody. I didn't see a purpose in talking. The conversation is needed only for mortals and for dogs. We the dead ones don't need anything only our life and blood. And still, her breaking silence with this question made me smile. Her voice sounded ironic which was making her cute again.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

He put down the remote slowly, as if his hands lost all the power, his eyes fixed on the screen. The female reporter stated, “A forty-year-old man found dead in his forest mansion. He supposedly was dead for almost two weeks. The forest side villa was so secluded, no people lives near there. This morning a man in his thirties reported finding this horrendous scene when he came to deliver the groceries.”

I pulled the SIM card out and tossed it into the fire. It was time. The plane lifted off, and the city's towers shrank below me, smaller and smaller, until they vanished completely. Goodbye forever, Adrian.