The Dig Novels & Stories

Just answers. The club was a low-end spot called Velvet Sin—neon lights still flickering even in daylight, bass thumping faintly through the walls. Back entrance, like Dre said. We slipped in through the service door. The bouncer knew Dre’s face—nodded once, let us pass. Money talks. Then Dre turned around, giving me the signal I needed. Up the stairs to the VIP booths. Room 7. The door was cracked open, moans spilling out—loud and shameless. I pushed it wide.

Felix said. I shook my head, but said nothing and took the covering off the plate to relieve baked eggs with Swiss Chard and green olives. "Delic." I smiled. "What do you have?" I peeked over at Felix as he slowly remove his cover. "Migas, nice." Felix smiled. “We hit the jackpot with this guessing place. Just then, a female walked by, and I didn't miss the look Felix gave her or the look she threw at him.

It always tasted a bit too rich for my liking. But thinking about the baby growing inside me, I started eating it slowly. As I sat on the couch to rest, I looked over at Arya. "Where's Digby? I haven't seen him around." "He stepped out to handle some work stuff," Arya explained with a smile. "GrandVista has a branch here in LA. He's using this trip to catch up with some old friends and touch base on some business." "Oh, that makes sense. Sounds good," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

New message. A photo of our cemetery, time-stamped five minutes ago. Fresh dirt disturbed. A shovel in frame. Under it, three words. DIG HIM UP.

Darik's suite and restaurant was a 24-hour service so at almost 4 am, the place was still a little busy. "How may I help you, Sir?" A male receptionist who shouldn't be more than 25 politely asked once Henry and Vanessa approached the reception desk area. "We are friends of your Boss, Darik. I've been trying to reach out to him but his number isn't going through. We need last night's security footage. The restaurant area."

I ran straight to Sawyer and grabbed his face. “While we were here, Digger was moving into our pack. Apparently he’s got hired rogues, with what I don’t know, we stole his money,” he said, his eyes darting everywhere. I wanted to laugh, impressed. They STOLE Digger’s money?? “I’m what he wants. He wants me to make pups he somehow thinks I’ll give him twins or some nonsense,” I said, feeling sick. Sawyer shook his head.

Digger sighed and walked inside the mansion. He hadn’t been there in a while and was glad to be back. Now that he had taken care of the job at hand he was going to get some rest and then prepare for the meeting later in the afternoon. Digger clomped up the stairs and made a bee line for his room. He was over the opulence of the mansion and couldn’t be bothered to take in its grandeur. He was more determined to get some rest and back to his search for Margo. She had eluded him for too long. With his exhaustion catching up to him he stepped into the room that he used for when he got back from long trips and began to strip off his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom.

He stood there for over ten seconds before pushing the door that had been closed for three years open. With a creak, the humid and stale air rushed out, carrying the smell of mold. The interior was just as it had been when I died—neat and tidy, except for some mess on the tables. That mess was from the days after my death, and they were caused by Toby's mischief. In the living room and near the wall, there were two chalk outlines—one large, one small. The large one was me. The small one was Toby. I had collapsed on my way back to the bedroom from the bathroom. Toby had died quietly in my arms.

Farrah felt tickled so she burst out laughing. Ysa who's walking by saw this and felt so annoyed she huffed angrily, stomping on her feet. “Tsk!” Farrah laughed louder and felt triumphant. Farrah = 1, Ysa = -0. All her expressions fell on Dior's observant eyes. Dior looked at her with complicated emotions. Contrary to what Farrah was thinking, Dior can actually understand a lot of things at this moment. He understood that he had became a zombie, and Farrah sought him out in T City. He also remembered all the things that happened back in T City.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.