The Last One Will Dean Novels & Stories

Karen tried to win them over. "Are you trying to lure us into your trap! It will never happen," the man retorted in rage and fired with no hesitation but the bullet couldn't reach the alter. Karen, Chester and the priest looked at the manner in perplexed manner, they didn't expect him to kill someone of their own group and more so killing in the church.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

"Sure." "Who was that woman?" I asked, my chest tightening. "The one who attacked me." The amusement completely vanished from Earth's face, replaced by a look of quiet pity. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let out a long breath. "That is Serena," Earth said, looking directly into my eyes. "She has been part of this pack for years, and she is our lead warrior. She's also the only woman everyone believes North should make his Luna.”

However, it was far too late. I wanted to tell her I didn't blame her, but I knew she could never hear me. In my final moments, I would never know if Mom truly spent her life atoning, nor what path Ryan would take in the orphanage. All I could sense was freedom from every burden. And with the wind, the life of Jessie Hartwell faded away.

“The winning bidders will now choose which booth to save. The one who picks the Miracle drug will witness their chosen person walk away unharmed. The other… well, let’s just say their choice will have consequences.” I turn to Damon, but he’s already stepping away, lifting his hands in obvious surrender. “I give up,” he says, looking me in the eye. “I warned you, but you didn’t listen,” he sighs, rubbing a hand across his face as though I’ve single-handedly exhausted every ounce of his patience. “If this blows up in your face, don’t come looking for someone else to blame. Maybe this way you’ll finally learn that you can’t keep acting recklessly just because you think I’ll always be there to c

The examiner walked over, looked at my family in their grief, and spoke with a heavy voice. "The deceased, Tommy Lawson, has been confirmed dead from a high-altitude fall. The time of death is preliminarily estimated to be around 10:00 pm tonight." He paused, his gaze passing over my body before he continued, "However, the deceased shows extensive injuries, both old and new, covering the limbs and torso. There are clear signs of physical abuse, as well as evidence of restraint and degradation. None of these injuries are consistent with the fall."

Irene After breakfast, they don’t let me lift a finger. Cassian gathers the tray, Rowan teases that I’ll grow spoiled, and Kevin just hums as he sets things back in order. Elias is the one who says, “There’s something we should show you.” I hesitate. “What is it?” He glances at the others. “The last room of the last woman in our pack. It hasn’t been touched for over a hundred years.” The words sink into me like cold water. Still, I nod. “Show me.”

I wasn't as exceptional, but I had earned a decent reputation at the broadcasting station. Pretty much everyone assumed we were meant to be. No one realized the one he really cared about was the girl who had gone back to her hometown—his childhood sweetheart and the housekeeper's daughter, Celia Smith. "Don't go quiet on us. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? Don't do anything rash. I really think Sam cares about you…" Mr. Jameson babbled. "Alright, that's enough. Go somewhere else, would you?" Mr. Hall cut Mr. Jameson off before he could finish.

Just as things began stabilizing for her, and doubts toward her started fading, I released the cafe surveillance footage and audio. Her voice rang out clearly in the video. "Cassian, I belong to Drew now. When I give him a child, the position of Mrs. Mercer will be mine. You think I was with you because I liked you? Don’t flatter yourself. Who would ever like a jinx? I feel sick whenever I see you… Who would want skin-to-skin contact with a jinx?" The moment that audio went public, everything reversed completely. The ugliness that had once been hurled at me returned to her in full force.

His voice turns serious. I run my hand through my hair. "Some girl, the name's Tricia. We met in the club last night." I divulged. Dean rolls his eyes and relaxes back to the chair. "Okay, she's gone. I don't see a problem in that, you always want them gone the next morning, anyways. So?" I let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, but not this one. Last night was—,"