Outer Banks: Dead Break Novels & Stories

Midnight hits like a hammer. Alex kills the engine two blocks from Pier 17, coasts the last stretch in silence. The warehouse looms at the end of the dock—rusted metal, broken windows, the kind of place where things disappear. Salt air burns his lungs as he steps out, gun tucked in his waistband, phone in his pocket set to record audio, streamed live to the PI’s secure server. Backup is ten minutes out his old friend and two ex-military guys who don’t ask questions for the right price. Ten minutes might be too long.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

The feeling was so horrible that Nancy felt like she was driven to the brink of having a breakdown. The group of men was here to notify the Stantons about the seizure of their property. It did not concern them what the Stantons had done to lead to this. Soon enough, they left the place. A heavy silence lingered in the air. The only sound they could hear was the pitter-patter of the rain coming from outside, which felt ironically fitting for their current situation. The two of them were in a pitiful state. Sarah eventually came to her senses. She darted toward Nancy. "Have you talked to Jayson? Why has he suddenly requested a property repossession? Is he…"

His father’s face looked tense, as if he were holding back his anger. “What’s really going on here?” Allen asked. Aaron closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Bad news. Zagami died. His ship exploded.” Allen’s eyes widened in shock. "What?!" ***

Outnumbered, they forced me into a corner of the wall. I glared at Nora and said threateningly, "I have been serving my country for the past four years! If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you'll pay!" I tried to take the medal out of my pocket, but she ordered the guards to strike hard at the ribs I once broke protecting her. "You're declared dead, yet you still think you have any leverage?" Back then, I was injured protecting her, yet she now used it as my weakness. Four of my ribs were broken. The pain in my hand forced it to curl up.

Right after I boiled the water, a loud thud came from behind. I turned around only to be met with Christopher lying on the ground, his face white. Shocked, I said, "You better don't die here, Christopher! Someone, help!"

She sought help from the only person brave enough to speak of forbidden things: Obinna, the orphan boy who lived near the riverbank and was rumored to have died once—and come back. > “I see them too,” he whispered. “The dead don’t rest here. Not when the river’s angry.” Together, they planned to go deeper—to the Forbidden Depths, a part of the river where even fishermen refused to cast their nets. Obinna warned her: “You go there, and you don’t return the same.” Would you like me to continue with Chapter 6, or would you prefer we focus on: Character development (like Obinna or Mama Uduak's backstory)

Silence fell over the shower block, save for the steady hiss of the water and our own ragged breathing. "Mainframe perimeter was breached from the southern drainage ducts," Ethan announced, his deep voice entirely devoid of panic as he stepped over a body, his icy gaze instantly scanning my exposed, trembling form. "Are you hurt, Maddison?" "I’m fine," I panted, pushing my wet hair from my face and adjusting the ruined fabric of my grey skirt. "Who are they? The Romanovs are dead."

The voice went silent for a while before speaking, "It's not possible, Shadow. You know the organization never interferes with the private life of its assassins." Jasmine went silent, she already expected it but she had a little hope, that just maybe it would be different. The distorted voice came back, "I'd forward the details to you while I give you time to sort your problems." The line immediately went off. Jasmine stared at the dark sky, tears ruining hee expression. She sat on the pavement, crying her eyes out. There was no one else to run to for help, and her brother would die. She placed the phone into her pocket, and immediately felt something there–A card