Teri Terry Fractured A Slated Novel Book 2 Novels & Stories

“...Nothing changed….I want to end this…if she insisting on standing on my way…then…I end her too…” Old friend or not, I wont back down any longer, I have to finish the entire family. Though Clara Nelson is once someone who closed to me, if she got in the way then I had to do what I have to do. “.…..we go with your plan then…anyone that gets in the way…we finished them….then that’s settled…so you got the place?..”. (Terry) “I do….I got the address…we settle this tonight…Terry you handle the goods…I see you guys right there..”.

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When I came to my senses, I noticed that my neck was as red as the setting sun. And it was all Yoran's fault! My heart raced uncontrollably as I clutched my chest to stop heaving. Through it all, the voice in my head kept echoing, "Stop. Don't fall for it, Erin." - Yoran didn't visit me for a long time since that day, while word of my 'miscarriage' had spread, as there was no way to fake a pregnancy with time going by anyway.

This motherfucker was going to pay, and then breathe his last breath. Brandon delivered several kicks to his stomach, causing Terry to scream in agony. Terry tried to defend himself, so in between kicks, he managed to sweep his foot out and kick Brandon's legs out from under him. Brandon slammed into the floor on his back. Terry took that opportunity to roll over. He couldn't breathe. He figured some of his ribs were cracked, along with his nose, and maybe a few broken fingers. Possibly an arm? It was so painful, but Terry managed to get to his knees and was about to crawl to his bedroom when he heard the click behind his head. He immediately turned cold.

Terri looked at them, growling deep in her throat. “Which one of you pains in my ass did it? Tell me!” She advanced on the kids, the twins taking steps back. “So help me, I will make your ass black and blue. WHO DID IT?” Thomas glanced at his sister and that was all the clues that Terri needed. She quickly grabbed his arm, hard enough to leave bruises and hard enough for her nails to break skin and draw blood. “Let me go, you’re hurting me!”

By the time he got to the topmost floor, he was totally exhausted and was dripping with sweat like someone who had just had a shower. Without bothering to observe the the storey meant to home him for the next an hour, professor Ericson pulled his bag behind him and walked to the last room, and knocked on the door. A second later, the door flung open showing a student with a lot of tattoos. He had managed to smuggle them into the school. It wasn't Wilkes Milton. Definitely not.

The line went dead. Eve let out a slow, sharp breath and opened her eyes to find Terry standing right in front of her. He had a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a Blizzard baseball cap pulled low over his eyes to avoid the early-morning commuters. He was holding two iced matchas from a terminal kiosk. "You look like you're about to run a regression analysis on how to murder Marcus," Terry said, handing her a drink. "He managed to lock us into a single suite for the New York series," Eve said flatly, taking the cup. "One bed, Terry."

Leaning towards the water, I dip my fingers in and then rub them against the bottom half of the letter, the empty portion. Shaking off the water droplets from my hand, I hold up the letter to the light and stare at it. For a moment, nothing happens. And then- Words begin to appear in white ink. Against the light, they’re easier to see, although a still a strain. ‘They’re coming again. They know. I’ve made arrangements. You’ll be safe, Taylor. I promise. They won’t get to you. Let them follow me. It’s going to be okay. Just wait. Expect the unexpected. Nothing is what it seems.’

"Oh, I have my ways. I've learned things, secrets that you've hidden away. I have the power to destroy everything you hold dear." Rosella's trembling hand clutched the phone tighter. "You're sick." "Am I?" Terry retorted. "I'm just giving you a taste of the pain I've endured. Prepare yourselves, Rosella and Roberto, because this is just the beginning." With those ominous words, the line went dead, leaving an eerie silence in the room. Rosella placed the phone back on its cradle, her eyes locked on Roberto's. As the weight of Terry's ominous words sinks in. They had overcome their initial grief, embraced their resolve, but now they faced a new, more immediate danger.

The Book in the World The book was titled simply: The Healed Territory. Elara had not planned the title — it arrived when she was writing the twelfth chapter and she understood it was right because it was accurate. Not the healing process, not the governance methodology, not the theory. The territory after the healing. What it was to live there.