Romans & histoires Left4dead

How much did my wife once love me? The year we graduated from college, she spent two whole years trying to convince me to marry her. She proposed three times. The first time, I said no. The second time, I said no again. It wasn't until the third time that she gathered all our closest family and friends, then got down on one knee in front of everyone. She looked at me with a determination that left no room for hesitation. In the end, she won me over. On our wedding day, I gave her a small wooden box. Inside were exactly one hundred black metal tokens, neatly arranged in rows. I gave them a name. Second Chances. Whenever either of us did something that hurt our marriage or broke a promise, we

He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp. A vampire? I reach out, an inexplicable urge filling me to touch a part of the tapestry. Right before my fingers touch the fabric, though, Madame Aldine loudly clears her throat. I drop my hand at my side, guilt shooting through me, and join her at the end of the hall. One of the lights is burnt out, causing shadows to pool around the door Madame Aldine stands in front of. Apparently I have the good luck of getting the creepiest room in the place.

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

"Fine. The project has already hit the ground running, so we don't really need you anymore. Have it your way. I was going to be generous and keep your name on the account so you could get a cut of the commission, but since you don't want it, I won't force you." I cocked my brow. To my surprise, she was completely oblivious to the fact that the entire deal had tanked. I was about to tell her when a roaring engine echoed from downstairs. Right then, a multi-million-dollar, limited-edition luxury car—one that money alone couldn't buy—pulled up below the building.

On the surveillance footage, I lifted my hand toward the moon and formed a small circle with my fingers. A second later, my body flickered. The edges of me warped and thinned, fading bit by bit until I disappeared completely into the night. The street corner was empty, as though no one had ever been there. Liam's pupils contracted. His breathing turned sharp and uneven. He lunged at the computer, dragged the timeline back two minutes, and hit replay. I walked into frame, made the gesture, and disappeared.

A faint, bitter smile flickered across Lance's face. He looked hollow, as if whatever life had been in him had been drained away. He stared at me and murmured, "I hurt you for so many lifetimes. I don't deserve your forgiveness." "Why was I so stupid?" he went on, voice breaking. "You loved me so plainly, and I— I chose that bitch Natasha." I stared at him, unable to hide my incredulity. "You mean you were reborn those three lifetimes too?" I asked.

Lucian looked up at us. His voice trembled with rage. “You dare scheme against me?!” I let out a cold laugh. “Weren’t you the one who targeted us first? “We’re giving you two options: leave the Northern Base to us, or feed your people to the zombies.” Lucian was so angry that the veins on his temples bulged. He refused at first, of course. But the zombies closing in on him changed his mind, and he reluctantly conceded.

I ripped my hand out of hers and slapped Evelyn across the face with every bit of strength I had left. "Get out!" The movement tore at my incision, and pain shot through me.

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."

My undercover mission goes wrong, and I'm captured, only to discover that the man I've loved for years is the heir to a powerful crime family. Desperate to keep me alive, Caspian hides me on a remote island. "Be good and stay here, Elowen. Once I convince my father to let you go, I'll come back for you." Only later do I learn the truth. The island is where the Hale family banishes its enemies and traitors. For an entire year, I fight to survive, coming close to death more times than I can count. When I finally escape, I return to the Hale residence to find my identical twin sister nestled in Caspian's arms. "Caspian, Elowen and I were both captured a year ago. Why did you save me and le