Outer Banks: Dead Break Novels & Stories

The morning broke grey, heavy, and far too quiet. Dockside still smoked in the distance, the skyline smeared with the residue of last night’s fire. Inside the house, no one spoke above a murmur. Every sound—footsteps, doors, even breath—carried weight. Bram broke the silence first. “We can’t sit on this,” he snapped, slamming a file onto the table. “Three men dead, two missing, a blood crest on our doorstep. If we don’t answer—”

he muttered against my lips. As the line of red taillights began to wind out of the shipyard gates, disappearing into the dark pass of the southern mountains, I walked back to the panoramic window of the mezzanine. The city of Blackridge lay below us, a dark, silent grid where a few primitive fires were beginning to light up the corners of Grand Avenue. The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road.

he demanded. “Oh, the children are fine. They are right…….” Natasha’s voice trailed off as she stared at the spot the children were playing before, which was now empty. “Here. They were….they were right….here.” Her eyes widened in shock, as she looked around, realizing that neither Cam, Alex, Alexa, Nicole or Mirabella were there anymore. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” She was starting to panic. “I swear, they were here. Oh my God.”

“I called her last night just to ask for money.” Frank did not utter any words and just went fast in front of Demir then he quickly crumpled his shirt because of what he heard from him. “That’s the only time I needed her help and I am sorry if I called your wife.” Demir swallowed and felt the tightness of Frank’s fist on his shirt. “I have no choice and we both know that I am already broke! Last night someone rob me at the street and those man worked together to hit and break some parts of my body.” Demir told them what happened with his eyes pinned on Frank.

I’d like to see him once more before he dies. “I will do no such thing, I will never give up the Princess. Speak again and make sense this time.” “Then there is nothing I can do for you. You and your remainder of people will die.” Before he could speak I began to chant. “€£¥,¥¥¥¥€. *+€¥££€¥¥€!¥¥£€’ die.” His eyes went from red to black to grey…as the dark figures rose from beneath the earth and devoured him for his stupidity. Everyone comes to a pass as his screams fill the ear.

Luna muttered, her words still audible to Rico. "Did you say I'm exaggerating?" Rico stood up from his chair, exhaling heavily at the end of his sentence. "Devan, Vano, if I die soon, blame your children and nieces for it. I truly saw the angel of death approaching when I heard about her news," Rico said, sounding tired as he held his throbbing temple. Luna, on the other hand, displayed quite the opposite reaction. She struggled to contain her smile at Rico's predicament, especially since it was due to her actions.

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

"I'm sorry, I can't," Vanessa's rejection echoed in my mind repeatedly, leaving me with a million questions unanswered. My heart pounded like it was on a steady drum roll and my brows furrowed as I pressed hard on the car’s accelerator. The street lights reflected in my car as I sped by and the cool night breeze washed over my face but none of it could calm the storm inside of me. My fingers circled around the steering wheel but they still trembled, for the first time in my life, I was breaking down.

Clara was the first to scream, "How can you be so cruel? It's just 100 slaps. You won't die! If Leonard's legs are broken, who's going to fix them?" "Right. What would a person do without their legs?" Thea's gaze dropped slowly to Leonard's legs. "I wonder if Mr. Falkner has ever had his legs broken. Does he know what it feels like to live without them?" Leonard's struggle faltered. The man in black struck Thea hard across the cheek. In the silent alley, even the crickets had gone quiet. Only the crisp, repetitive sound of slaps remained. Leonard never stopped the man.

I'll keep every promise I made. Then he closed the door. And the breakup I'd been about to say died in my throat. When I woke up the next morning, Joshua was already gone. For the first time, I opened the door to the room I'd never been allowed to enter. A sketchbook sat on the desk. I flipped it open. The first drawing was of a woman with her clothes half off. Gwen. The sketch wasn't even finished. I remembered begging Joshua to draw me once. He'd refused.