The Edge Of Never Book Novels & Stories

"Nancy, what are you doing?" Irene shoved Nancy aside. However, Nancy just smirked. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." She clapped her hands mockingly. A menacing figure, a rogue wolf, stepped out from the shadows behind the door. Zack's eyes went wide. "You!" "Zack, how dare you destroy what's mine?" Nancy's taunting eyes bore into the ragged Alpha before her. "That baby isn't even yours!"

The border was marked by nothing more than a series of obsidian-colored monoliths, but to the nervous system, it was a cliff. Elias and Sarah Miller, along with their seven-year-old daughter, Mia, stood at the edge of the "Graft-Line" in the high desert of eastern Nevada. Behind them, the air was a soft, shimmering violet, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed herbs—the "Resonance" of the Sombra-Net. Ahead, the air was dry, dusty, and stubbornly clear.

“Yes.” However, by then, Matteo would never hear the answer. “Sofia!” Caleb’s panicked voice rang out, and at the same time, I felt a burning sensation spread through my body. Just before everything went dark, I saw the villa engulfed in flames. In that moment, all the love and hatred between us disappeared into ashes. I slept for five days. When I finally woke up, Caleb was slumped beside my hand, looking completely lost, as if his soul had been drained out of him.

I needed answers. A little past six, night started creeping in. Unease sat heavy in my chest as I headed for the auction. The second I stepped outside— A silver Bentley gleamed under the lights. The door swung open. Damien stepped out. It'd only been two days, but he looked like a different person. That sharp, put-together CEO? Gone. The guy in front of me looked wrecked. Stubble shadowed his jaw. His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles dragging them down.

I snatched up a scalpel and swung it around like I'd lost my mind. I just wanted to clear a path for Ellie to survive. More and more people shoved forward. I struggled to breathe, like I was drowning. I wanted to stab every single person blocking the way. *** Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Pierce couldn't sit still. He kept refreshing the news updates, hesitating. "Ellie's still in surgery. Am I taking this too far?" Jared looked perfectly fine in his hospital bed. Pierce finally started to get up and head for the operating room, but Daphne hooked herself around his arm and pulled him back down.

Each thud of his heart felt like claws raking him from within. Every unfamiliar name gave him a flicker of relief, yet with each step, dread coiled tighter around him. And then, at the edge nearest the sea, he saw it. A new white marble headstone stood in solemn silence. Her name was carved into it with merciless clarity. Lyra Romberg. Beneath it were the dates of her birth and death. 26 years, so brief a life, and the sight seared his eyes. Ryder lurched toward the grave while stumbling. "No… no, no, no… This can't be! No way!"

Richard said and went to walk about. “I’m sorry Barry to cut our day short but I best go with Mr Grumpy he clearly has a problem, and I’d like to resolve it.” Nicola looked at Barry and touched his arm. Richard lifted and eyebrow since when was he grumpy, he looked at Barry and shook his head, both men were clearly confused. Nicola seemed to be seeing a totally different book to either of them. With that Barry shrugged his shoulders, shook Richard’s hand said goodbye and left. What a strange encounter that was.

“For the alliance. For the family.” I smiled. Weak. “I understand.” As I stepped closer to straighten his jacket, my fingers slipped into his pocket and closed around the folded paper. The sharp edges dug into my palm, grounding me. This child was never born of love.Neither was I. I signed the agreement. When I turned to leave, his voice followed me, calm, familiar, almost amused. “Victoria, don’t look at me like that,” he said lightly. “As if you’re wounded. As if I’m some faithless bastard.”

Chapter 8️⃣0️⃣ ❤️ Nevera's Last Stand ❤️ "Oh will you just shut up that noise from that stupid mouth of yours, I have heard better and believe me when I said your scream is nothing compared to my old victims, don't worry, your scream will soon surpass them," Timeless said, giving Nevera her full attention. "Because of you I was chained and locked up like a crazy creature, which I am not the way, but it's nothing compared to waiting for your brothers to show up like they'd promised and they didn't show up."

I begged him I don't know how much more of this I can take. "You think I'm done with you? Oh please we're just starting the fun". The basement went ice cold The only thought that ran through my mind at that moment was... "He's finally going to kill me too". He grabbed a whip and I shuddered when I saw it because it's no ordinary whip it has little thorns on it so when it makes contact with my skin it splits it open even more. I know this because when he first started these "fun games" the old whip hurt bad but this one was ten times worse.