Mortality Walten Files Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice dropping into an intimate, dangerous whisper. “Murdock spent a decade searching for those files. My late wife died protecting that ledger. How does a twenty-four-year-old socialite know the routing numbers of an offshore shell company that hasn't processed a transaction since 2008?” Evelyn didn't pull away from his grip. She leaned into it, her fingers resting on his thick wrist, her skin impossibly pale and delicate against his weathered flesh.

I clutched the hem of my apron, an unexplainable pain searing through my body. Secretary Lee stepped forward, handing me a file. Was this to make me feel better or to sever my heart even more? I took it anyway, peering into the content. Each line held a different meaning. Name: ETHAN named NIKOLAI COLE Height: 6’5 Day of Birth: MAY, 1991 Day of Death: APRIL, 2004 My lips trembled, a new fear unlocked. Ethan was dead. He was legally dead. I crumpled the sheet, throwing it across the room, not wanting to see more of the truth about him.

The prison where Linda had died was cooperative, too cooperative. The warden met them at the gate with a forced smile and a stack of paperwork, his hands trembling slightly as he handed over the files. Records showed she had been cremated within twenty-four hours of her death, no autopsy performed, no investigation opened. “Standard procedure for natural causes,” the warden had said, avoiding their eyes. Cedric had stared at the documents until the words blurred, his hands clenched so tightly the paper crumpled.

I whispered. I flipped it open. Files. Dozens of them. Each one was labeled with a student’s name. Most were stamped “Deceased.” Nina’s name was there, too. The only ones not marked "Deceased" were the twins, the girl named Marva, and me. My stomach dropped. “What are you doing, Anna?” The voice was low, cold, and sharp enough to freeze my blood. I froze in place, my breath caught in my throat. I carefully set the file back inside the cabinet.

I even type in his own father’s birthday, but sickness hits me at the back of the throat when I type in my birthday…the lock singing out to grant me access. The sick fuck. Using my birthday as his code. My eyes widen with wonder as if I have found the depth’s of the earth…files upon files of secrets that could take down Calian and this pack. My mind is wonders at the endless possibilities. “No, I just need my father’s report for now.” I remind myself, flicking through files in a desperate hunt to find my father’s death report. It has to be here…even pack members at the time will have needed to give a full written statement of the incident, especially when it resulted in the death of the beta

This mortal had the wolf’s scent all over her. ‘Surt! The mortal woman with the elf, use her against Fenrir. She smells of him greatly, he is like the other two siblings.’ Surt was up again and the house was between him and Fenrir. He glanced down at them and Antonio backed up, he hoped he crushed the bitch in his hand. _____Tamara____

Because he knew both could be true. Eden slipped into the archive room at exactly 2:03 a.m. The security cameras were looping—Jessa had seen to that. Her gloved fingers creaked against the keyboard as she pulled up the legacy files. It was all here: unauthorized trials, names of the dead, records of the drugs Cassian’s company had funded. And then—her mother’s voice, echoing from an old video log. A file labeled Subject W13 caught her breath. Her own medical record. With notes that didn’t make sense. Experimental immunity? Enhanced memory? Her stomach turned.

A soft quiet moan left my lips as I woke up tangled in Death's soft silk sheets. Death comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets glistening off his hair and abs. He has a fricken 8 pack! "Yes, I do," he replies smugly after hearing my thoughts "You also like cuddling," I turn my back to him "I didn't know you would climb into my bed in the middle of the night," he replies nonchalantly

I had my own things to worry about anyway. Damien POV The door opened again almost immediately after Rachel left. Vance stepped inside, and I noticed the file in his hand before he'd even closed the door. "That was quick," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Public records," Vance replied, moving toward my desk. "Death certificates are easy enough to access." He set the file down in front of me, his expression carefully neutral. I opened it, scanning the first page. Sarah Owens. Cause of Death: Acute Asthma Attack.

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as