Rdr2 Hosea Crime Novel Novels & Stories

Without thinking, she jumped. Underground River – A Desperate Escape Ayesha hit the icy water hard. The current dragged her under, pulling her through an underground channel that snaked beneath Vatican City. She fought to breathe, her lungs screaming. Finally, she broke the surface, gasping. Then— A spotlight blazed above her. Ayesha’s stomach dropped. The Hollow Order was waiting. The Extraction A gunshot rang out—but it wasn’t aimed at her. Ayesha barely had time to react before a black speedboat surged toward her.

THE BLOOD OF BERKSHIRE The tires of the Ra‍nge Ro‌ver screamed against the wet as​ph‌al⁠t‍ as Da​mien tore⁠ awa​y​ from the Tha‍mes w‌arehouse, l‌e‍aving the wreckage of‌ H‍arrison’s ambition smoki‍ng in the midnight fog. Insid​e th⁠e cabin, the‌ atmosphere w⁠as suff⁠oca‌tingly tense. Th‍e only sounds were th​e heav‍y thrum of the engi‍ne, t‌he wi⁠ndshield wipers sla‌pping rhythmical‌ly against the glas‍s, and the ra‍gged, terrified breathi⁠ng o⁠f Victoria from the back⁠seat.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 The yacht lurched as a drone dived low with its slipstream rattling the mahogany panels of the cabin. The calm, bourbon-smooth face of Silas Blackwood finally cracked. He turned toward the navigation screen with his violet eyes narrowing at the digital image of Julian Thorne’s mocking face.

He was throwing them. She rose, slid her hand through the crook of Mazzo’s arm, and let him believe he was leading. Vince and Marco peeled off into the dark, their shadows folding neatly back into the city’s architecture. As the driver pulled to the curb, Sasha looked back once at the spot where her life had sharpened—the faint dark patch on the stone already drying into memory. Her first kill. Efficient, unblinking, done for the family. The car doors shut. The city resumed.

Just plans. “We intercept the Hollow data convoy tonight. We cut their lifeline. We find Tobias Vale and we end the Chair.” Reina: “And if Naomi dies in the process?” Jayce: “Then she dies knowing we tried.” --- That night, in the rain, trucks collided beneath the old Navarro Bridge. Gunfire erupted. Drones screamed. Eli and Dante fought back to back—scars glowing faintly beneath Hollow-tampered skin. Jayce breached the truck’s cargo bay.

Chapter Ten What’s Left After Fire 10:35 P.M. Elsewhere — A highway off the coast Rena Every drove with one hand on the wheel, the other flipping through a set of surveillance photos. Cain. Saxon. A kiss. A kill. A bloodied man strapped to a chair. Her red lips twisted in satisfaction. “Men fall in love,” she said to no one. “And then they fall apart.” She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a burner phone. Dialed.

Cove leaned in, kissing Eli deeply, full of everything they had survived and everything still waiting for them. When he pulled back, his storm-gray eyes were fierce with love and determination. “Then let’s go hunt a ghost.” The convoy moved fast through the rainy night streets. Rain pounded against the armored SUV windows, turning the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and red. Fog rolled in thick from the river, wrapping the docks in a cold, ghostly haze. Eli sat in the back seat beside Cove, his hands trembling slightly as he set up the mobile hacking rig on a small fold-out table between them.

I ordered. “Yes sir. I'm on it” he responded as he hurriedly called the cops. I didn't know what to think. Could it be Drake's pack trying to get revenge? ★★★ In a dark damp room with a single lightbulb in it, Hazel can be seen tied to a metal chair right underneath the light bulb. She's passed out and is just about to regain her consciousness……. Hazel's POV~

My eyes blow wide, and I feel my blood run colder than the wind that blows against us as I watch him pull an ASP handgun from his pocket and place it under my chin; the cool tip of the barrel practically burning against my flesh. “How do you know my name?” I ask in shock while keeping a steady voice. Yes, I’m in a quiet street in Russia with a gun pressed against me and yet it’s the fact he knows my real name that I find the most disturbing. “I know all there is to know about you, Dasha Hatzis, and I want you to know, I don’t take any pleasure in this. I actually really enjoyed spending time with you, even if you did lie about who you are. But I can forgive that, and I hope you won’t take th

Amberleigh Dubois was still clutching the pregnancy test in her hand when the driver pulled up to The Cobra Club. It had felt like a million tiny, little hammers were pounding against her fucking skull the whole twenty minute ride from the penthouse of railroad tycoon Grayson Godwin. And her stomach felt sick again. She was doing her best not to have a complete psychotic break in the back of the roomy, black Lincoln Town car.