The Destroyer Novel Novels & Stories

I pushed it open. My house was destroyed. The couch cushions were ripped open. White stuffing everywhere like snow. Picture frames smashed on the floor. Books pulled from shelves. Drawers dumped out. Everything I owned scattered and broken and violated. I walked through room by room. My bedroom. Emma's bedroom. The kitchen. The bathroom. All of it torn apart. They were looking for something. Or sending a message. Or both. On my kitchen table, held down by Emma's favorite coffee mug, was a note.

“We don’t kill them unless there’s no other choice.” Roman looked away. Kessler exhaled, nodding. “You think she’ll be there?” he asked softly. Eden didn’t answer right away. She looked at the photograph in the center of the board: Valeska’s face. Cold, beautiful, unreadable. The woman who had destroyed so many lives—and who had, in some twisted way, raised her from the shadows. “She’ll be there,” Eden said finally. “She built Caldera. She won’t let it burn without watching.”

- Darius stepped out of the shower, taking his towel from the hanger drying his wet skin, he moved in front of the mirror staring into it, he couldn't remember the last time he felt at home, many people would kill to live in a mansion but no one truly knows how lonely and empty one could be, sometimes the best company is yourself but people are what makes a home, unfortunately, the people who lived here didn't know the first thing about a home or family. End Of Chapter 9: Broken & Home -