Never Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

“My dad died before I was born. Then mum was alone with me, and then she died and I was alone. Being alone sucks.” My mind immediately went to Pierce. All alone in that house, cut off from the world. Even with his family, still very alone, till he met me. His escape… And now he had nothing. Being alone sucks…. “You have me now.” I answered Heidi before my tone turned playful, “And I’ll never EVER leave you alone. I’m gonna be glued to you till you’re thirty!” I tickled her, causing her to squirm as she laughed. We went back to leaning against each other, looking at the memorial.