Lethal Obsession Ready Or Not Novels & Stories

The chaos outside seemed to fade momentarily as they entered the principal's room, a deceptive calm settling within the confined space. The principal, nervous but compliant, opened the door, revealing an empty room. He gestured for Liam to enter, and with a smirk, Liam walked towards the door. But in the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifted once again. As Liam reached out to twist the doorknob, he felt a sudden touch behind his head. Without hesitation, he reacted, swiftly turning around and firing his weapon. The bullet found its mark, hitting Lane in the chest. Lane, who had been pushed forward by Adam, crumpled to the ground, life extinguished in an instant.

He turned away just half a second later. I didn't understand. Then, his voice came. “Nobody leaves and enters unless I say so,” he ordered. “Make sure Domino stays alive.” “I want eyes on them twenty-four-seven. Make sure there are no mistakes this time.” The men nodded. “Got it,” Max responded, loading his gun with a sharp click. I noticed Ella's eyes focused on Max. She was definitely into him. The other dude, who I didn't know, leaned against the wall, scanning the room like he expected snipers to drop on the couch any second. Matteo cracked his knuckles and moved.

I’m done being caged. A crash echoes from the hallway, and the door flies open, revealing Lucas, somehow free, his gray eyes wild with obsession, a stolen scalpel in his hand. “You’re mine, Sophia,” he snarls, lunging toward me. Julian moves, but a second figure appears Nadya, her gun raised, her file clutched tight, a smirk on her lips. “Not if I ruin her first,” she says, firing, and I scream as Julian stumbles, blood blooming on his shirt. The camera’s red light blinks faster, broadcasting our pain, and a voice crackles through a hidden speaker Daniel’s, cold and commanding: “Finish it.” Who’s hit, who’s watching, and will my memories return in time to save us from this deadly trap?

ELVIS POV With deliberate steps toward Oleg, my gaze remained fixed on him, like prey scrutinizing its predator. The crowd's murmurs swelled with each passing second. I felt Nadia's eyes boring into the back of my head and sensed my family's instincts sharpening, ready to act at the slightest provocation. Oleg, motionless in his stance, finally broke the silence, his tone chillingly neutral. "Disrespect my name again, and the next bullet won’t be a warning!" he said, his gaze narrowing into a sharp glare. "And if you think you have a chance to complete the mission you came here for, I’ll crush you before you even draw your next breath."

He just have obsession. The reason why no one dares mess with him in the dark underworld is because everyone knows that he himself has killed his entire bloodline by burning the house down. The very next day, Alan reached out to pursue his dream. No one in the underworld is aware of this modelling dream but they are aware that the man who can kill his family for his obsession of fame among the crazy crowd can shoot anyone down without any second thought. "kill him, he saw my eyes", Alan said to David as he noticed the man swing back towards the ship hurriedly working to put the load into the ship.

"Obsidian, you came here personally. Why?" "To see if you'd pass the test," Obsidian said simply. "And you did. Which means you're finally ready." "Ready for what?" His smile was sharp. "Ready to learn how to kill me. For real this time. No more tests, no more games. I'm going to teach you shadow-death. And then you're going to use it to end me." "Why would I do that?" "Because the council is about to be attacked by someone far worse than me." Obsidian's expression turned serious. "And the only way to stop them is with the one technique I've been preparing you for all along."

He deserved to be punched in his face. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in the room, it was one of my perks after assassinating a lot of people in the middle of the night. After minutes, my eyes would grow accustomed to the lack of light, giving me the chance to slit open the throats of my targets. It was a moment of pure adrenaline, and with time, I had come to relish in it. My hands trembled under the blanket, not because of the cold but because of the slight discomfort that came with murdering humans like myself.

WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL ADDRESS ISSUES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ABUSE AND MURDER. "What was it that you said, again?" I asked Carter as I stood before him and he looked at me with nothing but fear and terror in his eyes, "oh yes that I was going to pay, that you were going to scar me so badly, I'd never be the same," I paused and then nodded as I unbuttoned my shirt and then let it fall to the floor.

“Pull the trigger. Prove you belong in this world.” Her hands shook. “If I don’t?” Dante smiled. The chair creaked as it tilted slightly toward the pit. Annabelle whimpered. Sienna’s vision blurred. This was it. The stain Damien warned her about. She walked to the crate. Picked up the gun. The man sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry,” Sienna whispered. She pulled the trigger. The sound cracked through the warehouse like a bone snapping. The man collapsed. Dead. Sienna stood frozen, gun still raised, ears ringing.

A single, triumphant beep echoed through the room, then the display went black. She eased back onto the floor and took a deep breath through her mouth, feeling relieved. *** Tobias tried to shoot Sebastian as he sprinted behind him on the staircase. Sebastian chased him onto the terrace, stepping over the fallen bodies. When he arrived, Tobias’s men assaulted him while Tobias leaned against the balustrade, watching the brutal spectacle unfold with a cold, detached gaze, his face an impassive mask. There was a chilling satisfaction in watching Sebastian’s suffering. The sound of the beating, the grunts of the attackers, Sebastian’s muffled cries, and the sickening smacks echoed in the narrow