Mort Kindle Novels & Stories

Only then did Death stop hunting them. Mort is different from everyone else. He is a Mafia King. His name is a big catch in the Underground that even the people on the surface want to kill him. Put a price on his head. Klauss knows how difficult it is for Mort to cut his connection to the Underground. Even if he wants a peaceful life with Sumire and their children, that is unlikely to happen. His enemies will keep coming after him and it may endanger his family. If his life with Sumire will be happy, serenely beautiful, and quiet, Klauss knows that it will only last a short period of time. That won't last long.

Kayla swallowed painfully at the tone he used to talk to her and the murderous look he gave her. "You're talking as if you are a better individual when you're nothing but a goal digger. There's more to life than trying to associate yourself with someone like me. There's more to life than fake ass, fake boobs, ridiculous makeup and kinky sex. I honestly don't know what I saw in you but I'm glad I was sensible enough to let you go."

Is she trying to say that Mort is a Netherlord? No, he’s not. He is only a Fae, a powerful one, yes. But that’s all he is, right? Right?

"But why did you all elaborate such a complicated plan? If you only switched the will and put Mexdoxa's name, there would have been no need for all this nonsense. " " We did switch the will but there is one detail I have not mentioned. Only the wolf that resulted in an Alpha and his mate fusion could interact with the pack. Only Madoxe's wolf could be viewed as the Alpha." " So the man that contacted me was Madoxe, who was posing as Madoxe after Mezdoxa who had paused as Madoxe died. " "Since nobody felt his death, he didn't have the choice but to take over. "

His focused profile overlapped with the one in my memories. "This is the one," he said to the sales associate. "Pink diamond. 5.3 carats. The one I ordered last week." It felt like a blade slicing through my chest. Same brand. Same style. Same carat weight. He had sold his car for mine. Now, he would sell a yacht for hers. So much for one of a kind. In the end, it was just another mass-replicable product. "It's stunning!" Sophia squealed, her voice grating like nails on glass. "Alexander, this must've cost a fortune!"

Bowen, who was driving, shouted with sweat pouring down his face. "We have to dump some weight, or we're all dead!" Crouched in the corner, Eliza suddenly brightened, her eyes lighting up. In my previous life, it had happened at this exact moment. Back then, I'd been busy sniping the zombies crawling over the roof and hadn't been watching her. Eliza had pointed at my pack, said it was the heaviest, and personally tossed my communicator, spare batteries, and anti-radiation meds out of the vehicle.

" I couldn't help but laugh. I wasn't sure if Mom and Dad had actually lost it, but Alice definitely had. I pulled out my phone and called them to come pick Alice up. "If it weren't for you—if you'd just paid up—there wouldn't be any need for a mortgage!" Dad shouted at Grandma, jabbing his finger at her. Mom tried to calm him down with a hug. "Arguing with them is pointless. They don't even understand what life and death really mean. They're just selfish." Then, she grabbed Alice, trying to pull her away, but Alice yelled, "Well, just take Grandma's bankbook! All her money's ours when she dies, isn't it?"

Kill him and take the potentially world ending item that he held in his hands. However, Max was also mortal and while stronger than a human, he was pushing it to be stronger than a vampire. If he didn’t get the creature on the first try he knew that his chances would drop. Yeah he healed great, could still die of blood loss. So he leapt down grabbing a branch and was silent the entire time as he landed on light feet to the ground. He followed after the light haired vampire, actually surprised he’d let the mortal live. Probably fed before going to do this errand.

People who are capable of kindness and compassion. "Can I ask you something?" I lick my lips. "You don't need to answer if you don't want to." "Shoot." I draw a deep breath. Maybe the subject is too sensitive, but I have to know. He is a Silver Hunter, and there's been all this fighting with them... "Do you know how you died?" I ask. Jack's smile fades and his face becomes serious. "Yes, I remember." "I'm sorry," I say, suddenly regretting asking him the question.

"Purifying a century-old evil spirit would cost us years of our own lifespan, and we would ordinarily never perform such a ritual, but… "Madam, seeing as you love your child so much, we're willing to make an exception. However, you have to pay the cost in kind to God, not one cent less." "I'll pay! Even if I have to sell everything I own!" "Ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred dollars," Lucas named the price without blinking. "Not one dollar less. Only an offering of three nines can complete the ritual." The moment Sam heard the number, he started producing a strange, guttural sound from his throat.