The Last One Will Dean Novels & Stories

And I wasn’t sure if it was from relief or disappointment. I forced myself not to turn, not to look in Tyler’s direction. The teacher reached for the last two. Wait two, that means… “Last but not least,” the teacher said, unfolding the final papers, “Sydney Walker and Dean Monroe.” What? “Score!” Dean whispered a few seats back.

The dean had proved to be a dinosaur. "Oh?"

Maybe, I could draw a pattern from there and narrow down my search. “Dean.” “Followed by?” “Mine.” “Then, Daniel's right? I was the last person it happens to.” I said it more to myself than to him as I settled beside him, handing him a glass of whisky. Furthermore, I took a gulp and welcomed the burning sensation at the back of my throat. “Yep. That's how it went.” We were silent for a few seconds again. I knew I had to be patient until Kareem brought the little information he had to me, from there, I would know what to do. Whoever was behind this would suffer the consequences before he realizes it.

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t live in these moments forever; he had another matter to take care of. “Now that we’re settled on that, I would like to hear the details of this new rumor that you lot were whispering about before I stepped in earlier,” Dean said, looking directly at Elder Craig, who suddenly seemed uncomfortable under Dean's piercing gaze. “If you’re bothered about what part I overheard, don’t worry about that. You are correct; I am obsessed with finding my mother’s killer, and I won’t stop until I do. Well then, I’m all ears, Elder,” Dean added, resting back in his chair with the poise of a king addressing his kingdom.

Swoosh! A sword aura shot out and Dean’s life was ended. “Yolanda Lagorio?”

His life slipped away. At last, he is rid of that stuck-up bitch of a boss Olivia Reed. * * * “I’m assuming there is still a patrol car parked at Wayne’s,’ Dean said when they were a block away. “I’ll park out of sight and sneak through backyards. I don’t want to get shot by some nervous deputy.” He pulled up to the curb six houses away from Waynes. Ben grabbed the flashlight from the glove box. Dean turned to his two friends. “Listen, you both know as well as I do that what I’m about to do is illegal….”

’ I ask him, keeping my eyes downcast, eating the last of my food. ‘Yup.’ Dean answers, wiping his hands with a napkin. ‘How do you wanna do this?’ I ask, taking a sip from my beer, my eyes glancing at the door that the women went through. The younger one and the cook are the only ones who come back. “That was good.” Dean says loudly, moving out of the booth. “Got any smokes?” He asks, turning his back to the others and winking at me. I nod my head and hand him my smokes, having caught on to what his game is.

Emily’s POV I walked out of his office, letting a breath out. Draven looked different, younger, yet still older than me. In his past life, he was in his late forties, maybe? Now he was maybe close to twenty-seven? Maybe. Still, his stern face and long dark hair made him look devastatingly handsome. I never found out why he was so determined to make me his last time; I didn’t have a chance. I took three steps towards the small house they provided for us when I saw them. Nolan is carrying a deer on his shoulders, and Liam is next to him. I passed them as they stood there staring at me. Do they remember me?

"Sir, it has been two hours. The Young Master has already fainted in the snow..." "What?!" Casper's face turned into shock, and the pen he was holding fell on the floor. The phone on the desk vibrated at this moment. "Hello? Is this Mr. Casper Hawthorne? We received a report at the department, and we found a body in a rental apartment rented under your name."