Road To Perdition Novel Novels & Stories

She whispered to herself and started the ignition. As she merged onto the highway, a sudden realization struck her. ‘This is the perfect opportunity to infiltrate Carlos' home without arousing suspicion.’ The voice in her head whispered. ‘By the time he wakes up tomorrow and recalls the event of tonight, you would have won his trust completely. He can't help but be indebted to you.’ She battled with the thought in her head. Carlos was already a handful but it was true that she had a shot with him. At the next red light, she made a sudden decision and turned the car around, back to the club.

Since the system had given me the identity of Sebastian Whitmore, I would reclaim the glory that belonged to me. As for Aaron Hutchinson, he was truly dead. Together with the heart that had loved Vivian Harkins, he had rotted into the soil. The black Maybach slowly started, its tires rolling through puddles. In the rearview mirror, Vivian seemed to sense something and suddenly looked back. Her gaze pierced through the rain, fixed desperately on my taillights.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

“Damn it!” I dropped my head to the steering wheel and took a minute to feel sorry for myself as I imagined the six-o’clock news headline, “Young woman murdered after car breaks down in sketchy area of Portland. It’s surprising since she comes from law-enforcement royalty. Another statistic? It certainly looks that way.”

We were stupid kids that thought the world would never rock us. Life had other plans, first, we had been careless and I had gotten pregnant. Then I miscarried and then a month later Brodie's dad was hit head-on by a drunk driver on his way home from work, Chuck died instantly, and Brodie was so close to him. He was devastated. He wouldn't let me be there for him and pushed me away; then he told me that he couldn't love me like I needed him to. He said for me to go on with my life, and then Brodie joined the military and split.

If only he’d be silent and aloof, he’ll be much more handsome than before. Too bad! This man was a total jerk! Hellion humped coldly as she stared daggers to his sturdy back. After walking for too long in the darkness, they finally reached the end of the Road of Cursed Eyes . Hellion gasped as the out of this world sight greeted her pair of eyes. A stone castle covered in thorns can be seen on the horizon while a layer of stairs were elevated towards the castle. The purplish skies became darker and the surrounding was gloomier. It’s as if they were close to the edge of the world where nothingness lies.

The main road that had all of the fighting. Using the forest as cover for most of the trip, she stayed behind trees and watched around carefully, just in case she met an enemy soldier in a bush or something. Once she was at the edge of the forest by the main road, all that was left was to cross it. And so, Gwen used cars, people, and air to try and make herself invisible as she crossed the road. While doing so, she actually accidentally grabbed onto the wrong person and had to slam her gun into his head to get herself away, and then pushed him into the sea of people. She hoped she did not doom one of her own comrades when she did that.

Quickly my guys shifted and jumped into action. I got into the front passenger seat of the car I always ride in. My beta, John, got into the drivers seat, and two others got in the back. I think they were relatively new to our pack. If that's what you want to call us. We don't have pack territory. Fuck that. We like to roam free wherever the hell we want. I used to have my own pack territory before that asshole Osirus challenged me and took my real pack. He apparently had heard I was cruel and reigned without mercy. Mercy was for the weak. After I lost that stupid challenge, instead of killing me like a real alpha should have, he let me go with banishment. My mate and daughter were still un

And even that feels like possession, not affection. I gave up everything my dignity, my sanity, and my soul for this life. I played the villain and won the prize, only to realize it was poison. Emily’s ghost haunts this house. Sometimes I think Jackson still sees her in the corners of his eyes. And sometimes… I do too. I thought I had won. But now I am not so sure anymore .

He never asked about my days at school, never questioned why I spent my afternoons reading dusty books by the mango tree instead of playing with Zane. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun shining lazily in the sky. I was engrossed in a worn-out copy of Treasure Island, the adventures of Jim Hawkins, a welcome escape from monotony. A rustle in the bushes pulled me from my book. My heart pounded. Had Zane followed me? Was he about to launch another one of his "pranks"?