Merchant Of Death Book Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

I said. Diego’s eyes widened as his claws came out of his hand and moved towards his chest. “No! No!” he grumbled. But he couldn’t stop the movement from happening. His claws pierced his chest and Diego screamed. It was guttural but he didn’t stop. As soon as his hand pulled out of his chest, you could see his heart, still beating. “Thalia.” His whispered, trying to resist, “I am sorry. I don’t deserve your mercy, but I’m sorry.” He grumbled and then he gave up resisting and crushed his heart in his own hands and went limp.

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" Jericho held his book and looked at it "Do you know what this is ?" He asked as he pointed at the book. "A book that writes the names of those who are about to die?" "It's more than that" He said as he opened the book "This is called an antabulam, or what mortals would call 'A black note' something which God gave me when he made me. He made life, he made fate and then he made Death." Lucus said as he looked at his book.

Trade with Death The clock was nearing midnight The fog had settled an unusual welcome to the end Mr. Riversane had to fend off the inescapable collapse And this was his last wrap Of centuries-old anguish The veil flickered, swayed with magical presence He crossed the line in haste His senses now highly tensed It was the scene of the night's horror The bearer of everything dark This was the mark of trade He wanted to wade through the reaching flames The souls confined in the fiery pit The screams from River Styx The inferno wild He ached for Pepper Rei's smile

" With his interest piqued, Dunley decided to divine Cassian's fate as well. With a flick of his wrist, the three copper coins flew up into the air and started spinning with the whistling sounds again. But after ten seconds, the coins abruptly exploded, and Dunley spat out a mouthful of blood. "A divine secret is beyond mortal eyes?" Dunley had a look of absolute shock on his face. "Just who was that young man? Why does he possess such a terrifying destiny? "I could even divine Nero's fate, so why couldn't I divine his? The only other time this happened was with Mason's fate. If I'd known this would happen, I should've asked for that young man's contact!

Said The Black Merchant with an exaggerated gesture. [This…. this damn Black Merchant! He wants me to spill it! to spill out the most humiliating experience I have ever done in all of my life!!] Yog-Sothoth thinks to himself while in his head, The Black Merchant had already died countless times and with the most horrendous death, he could think of.

We've already lost too many people on this mission. The lava churns and bubbles, and I can hear Ted screaming beneath the surface, his voice muffled by the thick liquid. I curse and pace the grass. Damn it. We've come so far already. To be bested by this river is too shameful to even think about. "He's dead," John D says. "It just ... swallowed him up." I press my fist against my mouth, thinking hard, trying to ignore his blabbering. I need to look at this challenge from a different perspective.