Mort Novel Novels & Stories

His gaze was cold as he stared at her bleeding lips, oddly indulging in the sight. "Maybe this is where we're meant to be, Morty. Just you and me... having a family. Fortunately for me, you're a virgin, and I'm going to be the first man to fuck you so hard and make you scream," he leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck. Morticia could only cry, her voice failing her as fear took control. "...just like how I was the first man you ever kissed." How the hell did he know that?

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV "Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

respect each one of them. and lastly... Fifth... Money... it's the root cause of all demons... Believe me... Money can break you or make you..." "Thank you and have a great day ahead," Mr. Jericho del Fuego leaves the stage waving his hand to the audience. There's a stand-out ovation from the crowd as they all stand out and clap their hands aloud. Mr. Abaya went on stage and invited Mr. del Fuego once again to award his Plaque of Appreciation.

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her.

They bound me to a small cart, and Marcus started banging on a steel basin with a spoon, which I had no idea where he got them from, as he pushed me through the neighborhood. “This shameless woman seduced my dad, wrecked our family, and is now living large with a house and bags on his dime. Everyone, come and take a good look! You don’t want your family to get fooled by someone like her.” He then used the spoon to push the hair off my face, exposing me to the crowd. “Oh my God, isn’t that Molly? No wonder she’s always out shopping with a different Hermès bag every day. It turns out she got them by seducing an old man!”

“And who is ‘we’?” “Me and Christopher. We’ll be there in five minutes. Hold on.” I hung up before he could respond. Mortyss was already on his feet, his hand extended to me. “Meizan.” He said, his voice a growl. “The description he gave… Blond, green eyes. It’s him.” “He didn’t kill her. Why?” I took his hand and stood up. “Because killing her would be too quick.” Mortyss opened a portal, the air tearing open in violet and silver. “He did something worse.”

Maya dislikes it, but she lets it stand. Mortimer does not go clean. Military experience leaves him with the one thing the others lack: an exit he never records. The team enters the site and finds half the rooms already stripped. A meal abandoned. Equipment missing. The unmistakable shape of a fallback already in motion. Mortimer smells something wrong in the morning and starts running before Maya’s net closes. Her plan says he is here. Reality presents an empty chair. There is no panic. Maya has the second road. She reads the live intercepts and strips away the obvious destinations.