Never Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

The moment my heart fluttered at the sight of his profile, I heard the system's cold voice for the first time. [Host has developed feelings of love. System activated. Mission initiated.] [Mission: win over Victor Lucchese within ten years, or the host will be erased.] From that day on, I had someone I cared about. A violent stab of pain yanked me out of my memories and back to reality. I knew what it was: the system, draining the life out of me. I murmured to myself, "The villainess is about to die. That's the best ending there is."

Richard looked at me and cursed. "You both fucked up bad, Death is back and I suggest you fucking run," he yelled and ran back to his bedroom. I closed my eyes as the heartache consumed me and strode out the deck doors, heading out towards the beach. I ignored the yelling from Miguel. I only briefly saw him stand and that little prick falling to the floor. My darkness was expanding and twirling around me. A tall polynesian man threw a burlap tarp over me and said not to fight him, that he was Death's caretaker and would take me somewhere safe. Very well, I growled and allowed myself to be carried away. I felt the wood beneath my bare feet and the movement of the water further underneath. I w

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Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

Published it under her name and because of it Yuki Carter becomes the top ranking Best-seller author once again. The Lonely Eyes written by Yuki Carter become famous. It is not impossible the book reached Dryzen . He is despised with the book. It is all about him. Accurate and directly pointing at him. He ordered his secretary to do something to make the book disappear in the market. Also, he want to speak personally to the author of the book. Yuki accept the invitation, but she was killed by Dryzen after he find out that she is the Grand Alpha’s adopted sister.

Something gives eventually! Next Chapter: Aurora is aging faster now. The stress taking toll. The daily battles wearing her down. And she realizes something terrible. She's not just gambling daily. She's dying slowly. The immunity is killing her. The protection is destroying her. And soon. Very soon. The gambling ends. Not because they leave. But because she dies. And in dying. Facing the final test. The ultimate gamble. The Absolute's last chance. Her last refusal. The end. Can you really die peaceful when you've spent years being forgotten daily? Or does the loneliness follow you into death?

She never ignored his silence but would genuinely ask for his thoughts on any issue, just like she did with every other classmate. Jaycie became the one person who appeared most frequently in his life, the only bright spot in his otherwise lonely world. Zander hated his own cowardice and silence back then. He had only added her as a friend through the school yearbook after graduation, never daring to start a conversation with her. He always felt he wasn't worthy of her. Afterward, while studying abroad and undergoing therapy, he had finally tried to find out about her. The news he received was that she was already dating someone else.

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

FUCKED BY MY SAVIOUR 2 The Gulfstream touched down on a private strip in the Sierra Madre foothills just before dawn. No runway lights. No tower. Just a blacked-out hangar and a waiting blacked-out Tahoe. Reid didn’t speak during the flight. He sat across from Seraphina, her knees spread, her elbows on her thighs, watching her like she might vanish if he blinked. She spent most of the three hours curled in the leather seat, knees drawn up, staring out at the black nothing below, trying to process the fact that she was alive and he was the reason.

Her world had narrowed to the weak yellow light above her desk and the flickering screen of her dying laptop. Jonathan Reed, 67, beloved husband and father, passed peacefully in his sleep… Her fingers stilled over the keyboard. Peacefully. A quiet, bitter breath slipped from her lips. “Yeah. Sure.” She finished the sentence anyway. That was her job—turning ugly endings into something softer. Dressing loneliness in polite words. Making abandonment sound like love. Jonathan Reed hadn’t died peacefully. He had died alone. No family. No voices. No one who cared enough to show up.