Miss Doublefinger Novels & Stories

I almost forgot I was still on the phone. "What address?..." I begin but freeze upon looking at my systems screen. The address is boldly written on the screen. And it's just a few streets away. That's strange. I can swear it wasn't there earlier... "Have a nice night, dear. Sure would love to do business with you. "The man says, and with that, he ends the call. I place my phone down and stare strangely at the address that I somehow managed to miss earlier. Did I miss it, or did it just pop up? Maybe I'm a bit tipsy from sleep. Nothing makes any sense right now. Not even the strange phone call I just shared with an absolute stranger. I'd think better in the morning.

My ring finger hit the floor before the pain reached me. All I heard was a clean, brittle crack. The severed finger, still wearing the Ossuary Signet, rolled across the expensive, handwoven carpet. Blood sprayed out, splashing over the crystal-studded heels of Sofia Constanzo. "How horrible. There is so much blood," Sofia screamed and collapsed into Luca Rossi's arms. The man gripping the bloodstained cigar cutter was someone I had trusted for 20 years and loved for ten.

I refreshed the page over and over, checked the internet connection, but the screen stayed black. "What about the footage?" Mrs. Couser demanded. "The camera... I don't know why it's offline." "Offline?" Mrs. Tate smirked. "Wow, what a coincidence. It didn't break yesterday or tomorrow. Just when Mrs. Couser's necklace disappeared? Annie, did you shut it off yourself?" Mrs. Couser got even louder. "Exactly! You look guilty as hell. First you disable the camera, then you steal my necklace. Wow. You really planned this out."

He was surrounded by bodyguards. As he drank his tea, he examined Sam and Chase expressionlessly. That was Six Fingers. Chase could clearly see that he indeed had four fingers missing on his right hand that was holding the teacup. Six Fingers put the teacup down and said teasingly “Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect the Kingpin of South River City to become a little brat’s follower.” “Six Fingers, you'd better watch your mouth. He’s not a little brat!” Sam roared.

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

I had blocked Nancy's number a long time ago. Since she could not find me, I went to find her instead. By then, her scandalous personal life had severely damaged the Scott Group. The board had removed her from her position. When I saw her again, she looked like a completely different person. The woman who had once been flawless down to every strand of hair then looked worn out and haggard. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Samuel, you're finally back.

She looked like she wanted to say something but held back. “What is it?” She handed me her phone. A video of what happened that night at the club was trending on social media. In the video, I looked pathetic. I appeared to be begging for money without an ounce of dignity. I rejected Blake’s so-called kindness, only to end up drenched in alcohol. My face was clearly visible right under the headline: [Gold-Digging Ex of a Medical Genius Comes Crawling Back for Money After Dumping Him When He Was Sick] The video had gone viral. It had received over a million likes.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad. After about five minutes of careful navigation through the flood with my feet, we crossed the brook. I lowered her to the ground. And just when she stood on her feet, she creamed; “Crabs, crabs!” I looked at where she pointed the light to, and there, on the muddy ground, I saw two crabs that held on tightly to each other with their pincers.

“I mean if one of us disappears or goes silent, hearing this name means something’s gone wrong.” I laughed at how childish she sounded. But I still went along with it, thinking it through with her for a long time, and in the end, we settled on Fatcat Cook. Because the name sounded so ridiculous, no one would ever actually have it. In the entire world, only two people knew what the name Fatcat Cook meant. One was me. The other was Lena. And Lena had been missing for thirty-one days. She said she was going to Silverridge, in Valoria, for a few days.