Miss Park All Of Us Are Dead Novels & Stories

I was the lowest-ranked Omega in the Moen pack. However, my fiancé Silas Moen was the Alpha who stood above us all. I thought the bond the Moon Goddess had made between us could never be shaken. That certainty lasted until his long-lost childhood sweetheart returned. Brynn, the flawless, highborn werewolf with an ancient bloodline. In front of my parents and brothers, before more than a thousand members of our pack, he made his announcement. "I, Silas Moen, as Alpha, reject you. "Brynn and I were promised to each other long ago. She's back now, and you should step aside for her." The instant he finished, something inside my chest ripped apart. I collapsed onto my knees on the altar's frozen

My fiancé sent me overseas and immediately burned my wallet, threw away my phone, and tore up my visa. He did it all to make sure I couldn't return home and ruin his wedding to his first love. His friends tried to warn him. "Don't go too far. What if your fiancée really gets angry?" But my fiancé didn't care at all. "She's gotten too spoiled because I've always treated her too well. I'm just teaching her to be more understanding. Besides, Yvonne and I aren't really getting married. I'm only doing this so her dying grandmother can pass away without regrets. Nothing will happen between us. Once the wedding is over, I'll make it up to Winnie." The moment his wedding ended, he rushed to find me

The oil is green-gold and slow, and it clings to the glass and comes away reluctantly, and I turn it in my hand the way I turned the 1923 deed in a Brooklyn kitchen on a June morning that belongs to somebody I am no longer exactly. I remember the clause. I have never stopped remembering the clause. The lender may claim the harvest for seven years in the event of a single missed payment. I sat with my coffee going cold and circled it in blue ink and thought about a farmer outside Marsala who signed away seven years of his own ground because he believed he would never miss.

The party continued for another hour, but Vivian was no longer enjoying herself. She kept smiling whenever someone approached her, yet the moment they walked away, the smile disappeared. The switched video had ruined the surprise she had prepared for Adrian. Instead of celebrating her relationship with him, the entire room had been reminded of Elena. When the last guests finally began leaving, Vivian waited until most of the staff had gone before returning upstairs. Mia was already in her room. She sat quietly on the edge of her bed, holding the small monitoring device Sophia had given her.

The waitress gave alcohol and pleasure to guests. “My 10 million” One person roared “My 20 million” Another yelled. “50 million” Another one. “What's going on,” I asked. “The sex is playing on the screen is live the girl is drugged, and they all are bidding on her if she will live until last before this sex end” He explained. I gasped and asked “Does she die” “Maybe” "Possibly not" I completed his answer. “Does every day someone dies here?” I asked.

“No. Because Marissa is dead.” The sentence landed as a bell struck in a cathedral—clean, final, impossible to unhear. And in the sudden silence that followed, everyone understood the real danger they were choosing to step into.

“I don’t know what’s happening… I guess tonight’s stream is a limited edition. I’m a little scared, babies. You have to stay with me, okay? Don’t leave.” The chat flew by: 【Don't be scared, Harper baby!】 【I'll keep watching!】 "Who are you talking to?" The man who had just cursed, Mike, was frowning at me. Beside him stood a burly truck driver named Bob, a real estate agent in a power suit named Linda, a skinny IT guy named Kevin, and a couple, Jake and Emma. The seven of us had appeared here out of nowhere. 【System Alert: Welcome to the SSS-Rank Instance, "Last Wish"】

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

Then back to Gabe, who was in shock for a moment. “What?” Gabe asked. “Abby, Beth, Alisha, Nicole, and some other guys. They are all dead.” Mack said flatly. “How?” Gabe asked. “Henni,” Mack said. “I am not really supposed to give details, but I can tell you in Abby’s case she died by a gunshot. There are other things as well, like drug use, that is a factor that I don’t know. They are waiting on them to be identified officially before they release their names to the press.” Henni said softly. She looked into his eyes. She felt sorry for the man. This wasn't news anyone wanted to hear, let alone anything she or Mack wanted to tell them. The past was the past. They all wanted to keep it there

The next time I heard about Alexia, it was said that she couldn't handle the pressure and had jumped from a building. Wesley couldn't survive the blow and passed away soon after. The Cavanaugh family completely collapsed, leaving only Sean behind, broken and barely holding on. Marcus neglected his family business, and his company steadily declined. Every day, he left comments on my videos online, begging me to come back. To me, all of it was like a gust of wind blowing past, leaving no trace. Jacqueline pushed the door open just then. "Ophelia, it's time." Smiling at her, I straightened my back and held my head high as I stepped onto the stage under the spotlight.