Let’s Meet Alive Novels & Stories

I stammered, shifting nervously. The judge, whose nameplate read Ivery, leaned forward, hands folded over the desk. “Do you know why you’re here?” I exhaled shakily. “Yes. It’s to decide if I go to heaven… or hell.” I already knew my fate. Deep down, I had accepted it. But before descending into the flames, I just wanted to see my sister one last time. “Ivery,” Apollo interjected, stepping beside me. “I know she didn’t live a perfect life, but there are other factors to consider.”

I hurried out of the shower, barely putting the towel properly on my waist. “Hello.” “Alpha Damon,” Elder Emma Summers said when I picked up, voice crisp with the urgency that has warmed my spine more times that I can count now. “We need to meet. There is something you must hear before the council meets today.” “Where?” I asked, already lacing my fingers into the knots of my hair. I was staring down at Mara, as she also slowly woke up from her sleep. “There’s some old diner by the southwest entrance. We’ll meet by noon. Come alone if you must… but if you’re coming with your betas. Bring only people you can trust...”

She literally took my breath away and I didn’t know what to do about that. So, naturally, I texted the one person I could count on to talk me off the ledge. Me: You awake? Alicia: If you woke me up without a good reason, I swear I’m gonna kick you where the sun don’t shine. Me: I need to talk to you. Alicia: Fine. Meet me at the diner but you’re paying. Fifteen minutes later, I slid into the booth across from her at the Diner. This was our official meet-up spot and not surprisingly, she was already halfway through a basket of curly fries and sipping from a chocolate milkshake like her life depended on it.

There is a note under my plate. I sat and took out the note. It says "Meet me at the Western Library if you want to survive" What now? Could I trust this?

Charlotte stood frozen at the door, staring in complete shock at Oscar—her husband, the man who was supposed to be dead. Beside him on the couch sat Inspector Gerald, his expression calm as though he had been expecting this exact reaction. Oscar slowly rose to his feet. "It's me, baby." Oscar said, his voice a bit hoarse, tugging a small smile. "You're alive?" Charlotte muttered, her hands shaking. "How?" Oscar moved towards her, reaching for her hand.

“Then tell me… what am I supposed to do?” “If you really want to see me,” I said after a long pause, my voice steady, “go and get that burial plot I told you to buy. We’ll meet there one last time.” The day we agreed to meet, the sky was dark with clouds. The burial plot Isaac had purchased was located on the outskirts of the city. The surroundings were peaceful, lined with tall pine trees swaying gently in the wind. This was the only respect I could give the child who never had the chance to come into this world.

Lilia's furious voice came through the speaker. "Has Isabella gone crazy? How could she post a video like that on Instagram? Is she trying to ruin my life?" Corleone tightened his grip on the phone. "She posted a video? She's alive?" Lilia tried to say something else, but Corleone had already hung up. With trembling hands, he opened my Instagram account. The scheduled video I had posted before leaving had already gone viral online. In the video, it was the anniversary of our fourth year of marriage.

The day the nationwide serial killer, Landis Grant, was executed, I was the one who escorted him to the death chamber. Right before the lethal injection, he turned his head and looked at me with strange, sudden pity. "You know, I only actually killed seventeen people," he whispered, his raspy voice cutting through the silent room. "I deserve to die, no question. But your hotshot lawyer wife? Her death isn't on my tab." Hearing him mention my wife, Valerie Foster, made a hot surge of rage claw up my throat. Three years ago, she was stabbed dozens of times by Landis while protecting crucial evidence. I drove through the night from out of state, only to find her body completely unrecogniza

Feel my nipples tighten. "Jake—" "It's still snowing. It’s your first," he says. "We're trapped. He's passed out. We have all night." His hand slides up my arm. My shoulder. My neck. "Stay," he says. "Just stay." I should say no. I should run. Instead, I let him pull me back. ---

Roman's pinched his nose for a moment, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead, "They... uh they are hosting an alpha meet. Tomorrow afternoon." "What?!" I barked, "what is up their arse now?" "The thirty countrywide packs are appearing in the meet." "All of them?" "Yes. Apparently." Roman muttered, leaning against the wall while reading the card in his hand, "they had sent us notice about the meet three months ago with all the deaths that were going on. But now... someone informed them that Bella is back and alive. Hence the urgent meet." I rubbed my forehead, my jaw clenched tight in anger, "She hasn't been here even for a damn month! This is all my fault. I should have made special arrange