Redemption An Amos Decker Novel 5 Novels & Stories

she replied, her voice carefully neutral. Alessandro’s eyes, dark and intelligent, held hers. "Enough? Or merely enough to suit his narrative?" He picked up a leather-bound book from a nearby table, idly flipping through its pages. "Dante has a way of painting the world in stark black and white, doesn't he? Heroes and villains. Betrayal and redemption. But life, Amara, is rarely so simple. Especially in our family."

"I don’t care what problem you have with the Decksons or any other outsiders. Just release the woman you’ve held captive in that hell." Hadeon didn't move; he only stood there, chuckling "See who decided to come home," he said with a sly, mocking grin. "My late brother's prodigal son." He laughed, a dry, hollow sound. "What brought you back home? I thought you ran away with your mother, like a fragile little fearful kid you were." Beside him, Miccalo almost laughed. Almost. ⁴

But Amos replies confidently when Matheo's tongue is unable to spill words, "We had a deal. For the salvation of Asfara." "... Mr. Matheo... of all people... why you?" I'm afraid I have to kill him in the latter, too. But that would feel like drinking thorns. "Leave us for a while," Amos orders. "We have a lot to talk about. Alpha to Alpha." I set my bloodlust to look at him. Matheo was hesitant at first, then hops above the table and straightway leaves the garden. Out of the blue, Amos coughed, then rubbed his itchy nose. "These flowers... Your uncle is smart for planting these." Later on, his eyes turned back to normal like a real human. I see that he can conceal his identity, too.

If nothing gets done soon, we'll all die here. She looked around and finally met gazes with the Dark Witch. Her blood-red lips lifted into a devilish smirk as her hands folded open in front of her and a black book appeared. Amira could see her lips move, but with the roar of the battle, she couldn't make sense of what was being said. Amira lifted her crossbow, her vision zoned in on the Dark Witch as everything else in her peripheral blurred. She pulled back on the trigger and felt the bolt release from its stationary position. It whistled through the air and embedded deeply into the right shoulder of the Dark Witch. She let out a yell of pain. Her book dropped into the snow as she grasped t

Suddenly, a seductive illusion materialized before them, a vision of their deepest desires and fears. Xienma saw a vision of herself, free from the abuse and pain of her past, living a life of peace and love. Xavier saw himself leading his pack, respected and admired, free from the shadows of his father's expectations. Cassie saw herself surrounded by her friends, their love and loyalty unbreakable, a life filled with joy and laughter.

I’m really not in the mood for him right now, so I murmur to myself, “Not now.” “Do you need to get that?” Amelia tilts her head, eyeing my phone. “No.” I pocket my phone and focus on her. “Can I ask you a question?” She steps closer, maintaining eye contact. “Sure.” “Do you think redemption exists?” I sit down. “Wow, that’s quite a question.” She leans on the table. I look at my papers, trying to articulate my thoughts. “It’s supposedly what the scene is about… a man haunted by his past. If he destroys the man who taught him to do those things, is he changed in some way? Does anything change?”

As I stood there admiring its view, smiling like some fool and mumbled, "I am an employee of New World Inc!" Though Levi told me to rest, I knew I had to go shopping, then reality hit me as I remembered, and I immediately opened my purse, desperately digging through my things for my ATM card, and a sense of relief washed over me when I realized that my bank card was safe and sound in my wallet. After retrieving it from my purse, I walked towards the main road, where I hailed a cab, and instructed him to take me to the nearest mall. After a fifteen minutes drive, the taxi pulled into the entrance of a large department store roamed Tiff & Co., which had a sleek modern design in all of its glas

Chests heaving and heavy breathing, his eyes daring me not to give in and my eyes probably telling him to do his worst, one of his hands reached under my knee and the other went under my thigh, cupping them and forcefully pulling me against him to feel… him. My lips parted, and I let it out, my back arched deeper than I thought was humanly possible and if I didn’t know any better I’d think it wasn’t me, but I knew it was as I watched the smile that grew wider on his lips as he watched my eyes flutter open and close. He bent, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and mumbled against my skin. “I win” “Jerk” “Mummy?” A voice said. I stilled, Asher stood straight as we stared at each other.

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

“I read your email of the story you came up with. We will work with that. I’ve also signed the marriage contract and had it delivered to your address. From A.P.” I soon realized it was from Adam and a proud smile slipped through my lips. I strangely felt good by his seeming approval. I quickly saved his number with A.P. But my version didn’t stand for Adam Phlem. It stood for Arrogant Prick. Still wearing a small smile on my face, I relax and enjoy the remaining parts of the ride.