Never Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry boss please give me one more chance!" (Inoki? They are also talking about mom.) "Tell me, What do you think will happen if I don't kill you now?" There was a pause before I hear a familiar click, I feel my heart skip a few beats. (Is...Is he about to) "No Master Seto-" I gasp but cover my mouth as the loud gunshot echoes throughout the night. "Fool." (No...No I have to get out of here!) I take a few deep slow breaths and as I do I hear someone dialing a number.

“It's not over yet, Dean. Not by a long shot.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ characters. With this book, their stories officially conclude, since ‘Solid Gold’ is the final book in this series. Thank you so much for falling in love with these characters and for caring about their stories... I love them and am having a hard time saying goodbye to them once and for all so maybe (just maybe!) you'll catch little glimpses of them in some of my other books, every once in a while.

Thiery went to the blue bookshelf and searched the bottom shelf, then pulled out a copy of Rain in April, a novel Noreen loved. He opened to page 326 and his eyes widened. A small piece of paper floated from the page, written on it was a single word. "Death Alpha's Dead Land."

She threw Vivian's Antabulam at her and Vivian caught it "See for yourself" Vivian slowly opened the book. Surprisingly, the book wasn't wet in the rain. The pages were dry. She looked inside while flipping the pages. There were so many names in it but not Ethan's" She took a sigh of relief. "But...Why didn't I hear the bells of the book?" She asked "Death took it with him. He has been doing his duties and yours together. Just so that you could make your second life worth it." Fate leaned towards her and flipped the last page of writings "Was it worth it?" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out.

Nowhere really ever felt exactly like the home I lost years back, but I haven't felt so alone till now. ............. ............ .......... ........ ...... ..... .... ... .. . A/N I see incoming deaths and bloodshed. Who do you think will die? And who deserves to die first?

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

She was astounded when she heard him utter her name. She hadn't revealed any details about her identity or her name. How did he know it? "To have your questions answered, I am formally introducing you to our wolf pack. The numerous, the strongest, and the most powerful werewolves in the North are ruled by none other than me; Matias Atkin." She was left speechless. She already knew they were werewolves, but hearing it from him surprised her even more. "We're formally welcoming you to our land, Valle de La Muerte."

I placed the ring on a rock and then dove into the arms of the sea. … Oliver's perspective. When Oliver quickly returned with the alcohol, he realized that Sienna had vanished. Sienna was dead. He recalled that winter when she had waited for him outside their home, hopping from foot to foot in the cold like a bunny. Sienna hated the cold, yet she'd died in the sea in the dead of winter. There was something left behind at the beach. It was their engagement ring. Oliver had assumed that since Sienna had taken the ring, it meant that she'd forgiven him. However, he'd forgotten that she'd once said that a ring that was almost worn but wasn't would be fated to never be put on ever again.

By the time Corleone rushed back to the estate, the entire master bedroom had already been reduced to a charred ruin. Ignoring his men's attempts to stop him, he charged into the wreckage like a madman. He frantically clawed through the still-burning debris with his bare hands, tearing his fingernails away. Blood dripped from his fingers, yet he seemed unable to feel any pain. "Isabella! Isabella!" One of his men reported with a trembling voice that no body had been found at the scene.