The Dead End Book Novels & Stories

William strode over. He was tall and covered the distance quickly. He glanced at the priest, then at the urn containing my ashes, and frowned. "What the hell are you doing?" Jennifer panicked for a moment but quickly regained her composure. "Oh, a friend of mine passed away." She shot me a sidelong glance before continuing, "She was just like Whitney when she was alive, shameless and immoral. She cheated on her boyfriend with seven or eight different men and ended up dying miserably from some filthy disease.

Lyrics POV After we get home from the cliff and those imbeciles having the audacity to invite us to their pack I go to my room and pick up the book I’ve been reading and plop down on my bed. Today has been absolutely exhausting and thankfully the twins offered to make dinner so I get to be lazy tonight. I get a few chapters in before I get restless and decide to hop in the shower before dinner. I can’t seem to get those twin wolves off my mind and I have no clue why. We have met a few people over the years when we would go visit human towns but I never felt a pull to them and I’ve never been attracted to them so why out of all the species do I have to be stuck on freaking werewolves. I also

It was over for me. .... Months and days had passed since the Long War had ended. I wandered the cities of the Empire, searching solace in drink, in women and in food. Money was plentiful. The war had made sure of that. My brothers had both made investments and I was their sole collector. So I did exactly that, investing and binging, enjoying life as I drowned the sorrows of my memories. Then I met him, he was a strange man. Boisterous, glutonnous and too lecherous for my hypocrisy to tolerate.

I turned around, shocked. He will kill me now, I thought. I am good as dead. I squeezed my eyes waiting for the pain that would come after the bullet pierced me, but it never came. Slowly I opened my eyes and found Dante laying dead on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. Salvatore shit him dead before Dante could even pull the trigger. Dante is dead. And this time no tricks. I see him laying dead in front of me. All of this is real.

Her pregnant belly wouldn’t save her. The SUV began to move and it didn’t help matters, the farther they got away from the warehouse, the more her panic only grew. The warehouse was a safe place. This was how she was going to die, in this suffocating hell, as the cloth only seemed to be closing in on her more and more. Sucking into her mouth and filling her throat which each desperate breath she tried to take.

"If they want to close the book, they're going to have to burn the whole library to get to us." Elara is rooted, She has become the living soul of the Iron Mountains, a place MegaNoel can’t touch—but the Corporation has initiated the "Final Format" of the entire universe! The countdown has begun. Nine days until the end of everything. Elara is safe inside her mountain, but the rest of humanity is about to be "Deleted." Does she stay safe in her cage, or does she find a way to take her "New World" to the enemy?**

Everything slowly returned to normal. One night, as I was working late, it began to rain. By the time I reached the lobby, it was already pitch black outside. Holding my umbrella, I saw a shadowy figure standing by the entrance of the building. She wasn't holding an umbrella, letting the rain pour down over her entirely. I walked over and held the umbrella out to her. "Go home," I said softly. I'd already known it was Meghan. Her silhouette was too familiar to me. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "Julian, I lost my job… Everyone's calling me heartless and cold. They say I deserve it. But I was deceived by Gerald, too!"

His hands didn't even pause as he continued rummaging through the trash. The smell of rotting waste made Addison gag, but she forced herself to keep going. "My family is rich. Whatever amount you want, we can pay. Just name your price." Finally, he stopped. His voice was low and hoarse. "My Joanna is dead." Addison softened her tone. "I'm sorry about what happened to her. Really, I am. But... she was sick. Pancreatic cancer—even without the accident, she didn't have much time left. I was just helping her end her suffering a little sooner. Come to think of it, I helped her."

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

Wentworth. As we sat at the dining table, Mr. Wentworth informed me that he had already submitted his resignation letter. "With a guy like Dominic in charge, sooner or later, the company's going to end up in shambles. I might as well go for early retirement and enjoy the life of a retiree. After all, I still have Nat, so I don't have to worry about the family's finances after retirement." Mrs. Wentworth poked him in the forehead with an exasperated expression, seemingly used to Mr. Wentworth's devil-may-care attitude.