Station Eleven Kindle Novels & Stories

"Commander Norris! Zach! I was wrong! Let me out! I won't do it again! Please, open the door!" The gas ate into his hands, skin peeling away. Russell lowered his gun, his face blank. "We don't need rot like you in this shelter." Miranda writhed on the ground, clawing at her throat. "Help me… Leon… Help…" Her voice faded into delirium. The gas thickened, swallowing them whole. The sound of frantic scratching against metal echoed for a few seconds, then everything fell into dead silence. I turned and shut down the lower ventilation system.

Kaz and Chuks mirrored my unease, their gazes darting around, searching for any signs of danger. Suddenly, the hallway erupted in a blaze of gunfire. Bullets whizzed past us, ripping through the air with a bone-chilling intensity. The world turned into a chaotic frenzy of sound and color. Shadows danced across the walls as we ducked and weaved, seeking shelter in the face of this unexpected onslaught.

Scarlet sat in the back of the small rowboat, rocking in the strong currents of the Hudson River, and wrapped her sweater tighter about her shoulders to ward off the cold breeze coming off the water. She had forgotten how cold the Hudson could be in November; she had also forgotten how strong the tides could be, and she braced herself against the spray, almost like waves in an ocean.

'What's that?' Confused, William leaned on his cane and stepped forward. He retrieved the document from the fire. The date on the donation document was the very day he had received his kidney transplant. His heart pounded as he frantically looked down, only to see a single name written in the donor column, Whitney Spencer. William's body jolted violently. "Whitney? How could it be her?" Just then, my transparent form solidified once again. I stared in disbelief at the document before me.

The same box she always received on these days. Zelle was frightened... and finally... screamed for help, "Arghhh!" ~ • R18GB • KL • Season One •

"Let's put on a movie, and I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." I nodded, smiling. "Thanks, Seven." Then I thought of something. "Oh! I need to put away the Amaretto and pineapple juice." "Nope," he replied, handing me the remote. "here. You find something on TV, and I'll put it away." "Thanks." I started scrolling through when there was a knock on the door. I began to get up, but Seven stopped me. "I'll get it." Before I could stop him, he already flung the door open, and Elias stood on the other side. His eyes flared a bright green, and he grabbed Seven by the throat and backed him into the room. "What the h*ll do you think you're doing, Seven?"

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

'Better judgment than most people,' he agreed, and she felt him smile against her hair, and she laughed — full and real and from somewhere deep — and he laughed too, that low unguarded sound she had been collecting since the very beginning. Outside, the last night of winter was snowing. Soft and slow, the kind that isn't violent, just quiet. The sky putting something gently to rest. Spring tomorrow. Everything still to come. She held him and let herself feel the full weight of it — this life, this man, this version of herself she had built from ash and stubbornness and the refusal to stay dead. The dry well is now overflowing

For a moment, I wanted to confess everything to him. Right as I opened my mouth, my phone on the table buzzed. I checked it without thinking. It was a message from Leonard: [Surprise check. Take a photo right now and show me if you're wearing panties.] After the message, he also sent a photo of his own body, revealing the very part that could drive me wild. The angle made it look especially big and intimidating. My face turned red, and my heart raced. I quickly looked up at Garrett. Luckily, he did not notice anything. He just kept cutting his steak and pouring wine for both of us.