The Last One Will Dean Novels & Stories

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?

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

Dean was never taking her from him, never taking another person from him ever again. “You want me out of Warlanda, Dean? Fine. This time I'll come to you. I'm going to kill you. Not for Diane or the millions of people you slaughtered, including our father. Not even for her or my kid. This will be for me. I'm going to put a bullet in you and I'm going to enjoy it.” Dean's dark laugh turned into a howl. “There he is, boys and girls. The real Troy Pierce. Rule Number One, little brother. You don't want to cross me, come up against me. You never have, never could.”

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

ONE LAST CHASE *** Fantastic! That was the last word Charleigh heard from her brother and boss, Tripp, after her presentation before him and Kayden Braxton, the COO, and co-founder. She’d been working her ass off for the past three years at Braxton and Wrylee Associates as an associate architect, and she just spent four weeks on her desk to make a good impression. She deserved more than just the word fantastic.

“I swear I’ll do it!” Janette winced, trying not to breathe too hard. Ethan whimpered from the corner, trying to rise but too weak to move. Rosa, Alan, and the others stood frozen, panic written across every face. Then, the doors creaked open again. Dean stepped into the hall, completely calm. Liam’s eyes widened. “You?” Dean took slow, deliberate steps forward. “Yes, me,” he said coolly. “I always show up when the show gets good.”

He laughs warmly and twirls me around like he always has, lifting me off the ground before setting me down gently. I look around curiously. “Where’s Mom?” Dean smiles. “She stayed back with a friend to handle an emergency. I rushed here early because I have an important meeting with a prospective client this evening.” Theo helps him with the heavy bags while Xane stands close beside me. Dean greets the boys with firm handshakes and warm smiles. “Hope you guys have been good boys while we are gone.” He heads for the stairs. I smile sweetly at them. Behind Dean’s back, Theo winks at me with a filthy gleam in his eyes while Xane squeezes my ass cheek under my dress, his fingers briefly brushing

"You don't have to pretend it's simple. It's allowed to be complicated and beautiful at the same time." "I know. I just wanted one thing today that wasn't complicated." "That's fair too." I'd spent the better part of the last two weeks chasing dead ends anyway, and by that Tuesday I was running out of places left to look. Two more girls from the party, both with fragments as useless as Bree's, taller, dark clothing, gone before anyone got a real look. A guy Priya knew who'd apparently bragged for a week after about "knowing something," who turned out, once I actually cornered him, to know absolutely nothing at all, just enjoying the attention that came with pretending he did.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He let me go, watching as I staggered to my feet. My chest was heaving, my cheeks were wet. I faced them one last time — Evelyn at the stairs, Lynette sneering, Mason gone. “You’ll pay for this,” I whispered hoarsely. “Every last one of you. You think you’ve won, but this isn’t over.” Dean’s eyes darkened, and he looked almost remorseful. “I’m so sorry, Lani.” His voice came out in such a soft whisper that I barely even heard him.

I turned to look at her and asked, “i still don’t get it. How am I the only one left and why are the black wolves extinct?” Alaric approached me and sat beside me, “the last black Alpha, Alpha Markus Black, was my ally. He was powerful and everyone surrendered under his command. But one day, someone close to them attacked the pack. They killed everyone in their pack and stole his Alpha powers from him. Alpha Markus and Luna Delfina hid for days from the enemy but ended up caught by them. Alpha Markus died saving Luna but Luna was never seen again.” Genelia added, ‘no one knows if she is alive or not. Everything finished in a matter of seconds.”