Outer Banks: Dead Break Novels & Stories

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

Not a flicker of life remained. Matteo's pupils widened, disbelief etched on his face. "Camilla?" he whispered. But there was no answer. He stepped forward in a hurry and touched my cheek with trembling hands. "No… No, no…" he murmured. Then he grabbed me, dragging my limp body into his arms. "Camilla! Wake up! I command you to wake!" But I didn't move. Valeri said in a low voice, "She's been dead for hours. The drug triggered multiple organ failure. There was nothing—"

I grumbled. "Pequeña..." when Ethan called me that, I always felt a little lost. "Anne sent me the photos, before you, it was just a bench where people sat, and then it turned into a pile of shapeless stone debris... I don't even know how you managed to run over a bench that big." "I wasn't in a good place that day, okay?" I replied, annoyed. Ethan gave me a questioning look, but I chose to ignore it. He knew I never drove drunk. At least in that matter, I am innocent. I ran over that damn bench a few months after Nick passed away, and the nightmares were constant. That day, I had one particularly bad nightmare.

This was my life now, and I had to face it. ****** I was dragged helplessly to the Tower of stones. The Tower of stones was notorious for its harsh conditions and was considered one of the most feared places in our pack. It was where traitors we're executed and I never believed I was going to be taken there as a traitor some day. As I entered the room, the door slammed shut behind me. The room was lit brightly, with different torches burning in the corner. I could see the silhouette of different people standing in the room including Eleanor and Malcolm.

Oh, how she loves this man as much as he loves her. ''What happened?'' She managed to ask softly, her voice so soft that he had to strain his ears more to get what she was trying to say. Abubakar was dead silent, dreading the best way to break the news to her. He wasn't startled when her wretched friend, Samira, had called to tell him Zeenah was bleeding, he had been anticipating that. What scared him was the abundance of blood lost in the process. That had been haunting his conscience.

My feet hurt from walking, my stomach is cramping from hunger, and I'm fighting back tears. I sink onto a bench and count the cash in my wallet. Eighteen dollars. That's it. That's all I have left until I can figure out how to survive. My phone died an hour ago. No charger because I left it at Dad's house during the rushed move-out. "You okay, hon?" I look up to find an older woman watching me with concern. She's holding shopping bags, gray hair pulled back in a ponytail. "I'm fine," I lied. "You sure? You look like you could use a meal."

The air was thick with silence; but, not for long. When I stepped onto the porch, there was shouting from the inside of the house. I heard a male voice who I could only assume was Rick. I knocked, but no answer. The shades to the windows were open. I paced the oversized porch peering through the windows looking for signs of anyone. I could see the living room clearly. An old television set illuminated the room and beer cans were scattered everywhere. The shouting continued and then I heard her. Her screams were loud and jagged.

Kung may nagkakagusto sana saakin edi sana siya na 'yung bumubuhat nito. Kaso wala. Umupo ako at yumuko habang nakahawak sa container. Para na akong multo sa canteen dahil malapit ng masagi ang buhok ko sa semento. "Get up" I lift my head and I met a pair of brown eyes with a serious face. It's Leonardo de Okra "What?" Tanong ko kahit dinig ko naman siya. "Tumayo ka diyan. Buti hindi kita nasipa dahil napagkamalan kitang multo" aniya sa seryosng tono

The coldness of the water which I felt on my feet, now rose all the way to my shoulders. And now, here I was, my breath shortening with each second. My vision started to become blurry as I felt myself hit the bottom of the sea. "I really am dying." Just a few split seconds before I lost consciousness, I faintly saw a hand reaching out to me. The painful, hard times were over for me now — I could finally be free. ... I could hear a faint voice to my left — a female voice, to be exact. "It must be mom's voice. I guess I am dead..." I thought as I brought myself together and bravely opened my eyes.

“We walk it twice. Check the business alarms and we are done.” “And if it’s not quiet?” I ask, bracing myself. “Then we handle it,” he says, turning his face away. The streets are empty. A car hums past us. A dog barking at something only it can see. Kaelen moves like he owns the shadows, every step calculated, controlleda and silent. I trail behind him, careful, holding my breath, and trying to be nothing. Halfway through the blocks, the radio crackles with a male voice. “Unit Seven, disturbance at Mercy and Fifth. Domestic, possibly violent.”