Never Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

"Damn you, Arius! You're supposed to be stronger than this! How could you let yourself die so easily?! You have to wake up…you can't die…Arius!" It was pretty strange...being completely alone in the dark. Everything was so cold and so empty. It wasn't just pitch black, and it wasn't just vacant. It was like being thrown into nothingness, like falling forever with no real direction. He hadn't known that death would be like this. It was so dark…so lonely. So this is what it's like…to die.

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

What if you're broken-hearted? Would you do the thing that you haven't done in your whole life? Charmane Cordova. Unexpectedly meet, this most sought-after bachelor... Bradley Hernandez, A guy that she doesn't know yet, A guy that got her attention, and a guy she had spent her whole night with... And this will be their, JUST ONE NIGHT together. ___________ JUST ONE NIGHT (English Version) By: Mairisian ***** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“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.”

You wouldn't know their weak points nor where to hit. ‎ That must've been why Kael felt frustrated trying to trigger him. ‎ ‎Good job, Alyssa. You just had a near death experience but survived by turning in an application for becoming the amusement of a psychotic, sadistic barbarian who, turns out, is the head of one of the most dangerous organisation in the state and you might not even be able to make it to the end of year. ‎One wrong move and your head might be gifting space in all it's bloodied glory while you watch in high spirits.

Ariel looked at him. "Mr. Heathorne." Colin smiled slightly. He took the opportunity to ask her a question regarding the fly-by-wire system. After thinking about it, Ariel recommended a book to him. "You can try going through that book. You should be able to find something useful in it." Colin was quite shocked. It was a special edition book that contained fairly hard-to-read and digest materials, yet it seemed like Ariel had finished reading it. Colin was about to ask Ariel another question, but Nancy approached him just then. "Mr. Heathorne, I didn't get to greet you because I was a bit occupied earlier."

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

The bodyguard rushed toward Everly and was able to grab her hand in time. "Ms. Hilton, please don't do this. We won't be able to answer to Mr. Synder if you die." "Fuck off. I don't care about that. I'll never be his match when I'm alive. I'll definitely haunt him and all of you after I die." Everly's voice was very loud. It didn't sound like she was a dying person at all.