Novel & Cerita Supernatural Dean Jo

Dean walked toward Arianna before taking her hand in his, the hand that held the gun, and aimed it at her chest. “The two of us know that our lives are linked as one. As mates, as lovers, as friends, and as enemies.” He said, his back faced me as he kept his eyes on her. I looked down at Kai who was on the ground, drowning in his blood, and I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I knew that Dean would be taking his last breath in the next few seconds. “I have done my wrongs toward you, I have hurt you, and I may have broken a lot more in you than I should have. But one thing that I know for sure is that I have been deeply in love with you through it all, and I will always be. To

"The new Chief Priest told our forefathers the only way to drive the river out of the community. One person needs to give up on the corpse of his or her loved one and deliver it to the Chief Priest. The corpse would be kept on the surface of the Earth for one full moon. No one agreed to deliver the corpse of his or her loved ones. A sick man submitted himself while he was alive. He told the Chief to use his body and do whatever he wanted to do when he died. After some seasons, the old man died. His remains were taken to the Chief Priest. It was kept on a wooden stretcher for one full moon. The Chief Priest appointed men who would throw the decayed corpse into the beautiful water.

But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out. I have no idea how close I am to this stranger until he turns around and his glass collides with my body, spilling the contents on me……

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.

Dean growled, "actually, the night we met, I was dealing with someone who worked at Jay facility who I know was stealing from me. I let him go, but then he met with one of Jay associates who had chosen a civilian life. Since then, more and more of them have been popping up, and now he walks into my office unannounced and-" "Shh," Sam shushed him, running a hand through his hair as he climbed into his lap, "it's gonna be okay, darling," Dean relaxed under Sam touch, and grabbed his hips to pull him closer, "I'm worried, Sam. Jay is the only one who holds any real power over me anymore," "And I don't?" Sam raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face.

Chris was somewhat surprised to see him. "What are you doing here?" Alex had said Daisy was gone—shouldn't Dean be at her side? Even if there had been no love between them, they had still been husband and wife for ten years. Yet, there was not a trace of grief on Dean's face. "I came to see whether my dear illegitimate younger brother is dead yet." Dean walked to the bedside. Seeing that Chris couldn't move, he curled his lips into a smile. "What I failed to do six years ago, Joan did for me. This time, you won't be standing up again, will you?"

Dean growled, "actually, the night we met, I was dealing with someone who worked at Jay facility who I know was stealing from me. I let him go, but then he met with one of Jay associates who had chosen a civilian life. Since then, more and more of them have been popping up, and now he walks into my office unannounced and-" "Shh," Sam shushed him, running a hand through his hair as he climbed into his lap, "it's gonna be okay, darling," Dean relaxed under Sam touch, and grabbed his hips to pull him closer, "I'm worried, Sam. Jay is the only one who holds any real power over me anymore," "And I don't?" Sam raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face.

Or was there something more profound, a deeper rift between them that he couldn't yet comprehend? A rush of thoughts surged through Dean’s mind like a tidal wave, and suddenly, a thought flashed across his consciousness. He remembered his past life, his former identity—Noah Leslie. He had three sons, and he wondered, did they face the same kind of fractures, the same unraveling of ties? Was their bond, built on blood and shared history, as fragile as this? In the tangled web of power and ambition, could brotherly love truly be so easily torn apart?

“But there’s only one person who can stop this. All she has to do is say she isn’t the one I'm looking for.” Gayle’s voice cracked. “Lexi, please! Say something before he kills him!” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My body refused to move. “Any second now,” Dean taunted, eyes glinting with dark amusement. I’d never seen him look like this before – like his father’s cruelty had finally claimed him. “Why do you have to be so cruel?” I choked out. His grin faded. He dropped Keith to the ground, leaving him gasping while Gayle and Phoebe rushed to help.

Upon hearing the man's voice, everyone bowed respectfully. Dean had finally emerged from seclusion, and they were finally confident they could easily crush the Trumans. "I've heard everything you said. He killed Spike, my beloved disciple, and crippled members of the Newmans. I'll kill him!" Dean's presence was imposing. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Let's head to the Trumans!" Everyone eagerly nodded as they followed Dean to head toward the Trumans.