Righteous Slice Novels & Stories

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

It's been a hard few years, and now that I know the news his new wife is holding in, it makes me want to solve everything for my president. "Slice, go in and speak with Bone. I'll be right in." Slice spots me then nods his head at his president. An old timer who came in a few years after Crusher and the others started the club, Slice is the club's medic and all around scary lookin' mother fucker. Six five, with a large dark goatee and booming voice, but deep down the asshole is gentle as a kitten in a sandbox. Austin approaches me with a chin lift, and I lean against the nearest wall.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

The moment she heard the commotion, she stood up. Without a proper examination, she glanced at me and declared, "I'm an OB-GYN! We have to perform an emergency C-section immediately, or the baby could suffocate!" With no disinfection or sterilization, she took a paring knife and sliced open my belly. Blood gushed out, drenching everything around me. Even though my eyes were closed and my body was unresponsive, I was fully conscious—I felt every bit of the pain. I felt her hands digging around inside my abdomen. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

He hit Zoe and everything that still had my name on it. I rubbed my face and whispered. “How do you win a war, when you’ve been ambushed before you picked up a sword?”

They will pay with their lives. Once Slice has her face clean he turns around and sees everyone is staring. Slice is another old timer from my dad's day. He was a firm believer in getting out of the drug business. At the time, his two daughters were going into high school and he knew he didn't want rumors circulating about them. I see where he is going with the look he is giving everyone so I whistle loudly and tell everyone to kindly fuck off.

"Ah! Someone, come quickly! Get this bloody prop out of here!" Sally's hysterical scream interrupted Quilton just as he was walking toward me. The moment he heard the word "prop", Quilton snapped back to his senses. Sally clung tightly to Quilton's clothes. She looked terrified as she buried herself in his arms. "Holly is too much, preparing gruesome props like this. Quilton, you know I faint at the sight of blood," she whined.

Andrew said slightly patting his shoulder. Jonathan turned in an instinct and caught him by his neck and pinned him to the back wall. "It will cost him heavy." Andrew said pointing at the window and Jonathan and Jim both turned to the window. They saw Victor holding a knife close to Aiden's heart and in next second he made a cut over his heart on the chest. Aiden jolted awake and screamed in pain while trashing on the chair. Jonathan and Jim saw the opened mouth of other screaming but no sound came out, the room was indeed sound proof.

Saber’s POV Life stopped being fair a long time ago. Didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to move to New York. Saber Collins liked his life the way things they were. At 18 years old, why did they need him to move with his family as if he were still dependent on them to survive? Worked almost a full-time job. Plenty of his friends' parents would let him crash with them. Probably find a place of his own. Plus, he despised change. Especially the kind that changes everything at once.