The Last One Will Dean Novels & Stories

“No! I'm done listening to you, letting you manipulate things to happen just the way you want. Watching everyone fawn over the great Troy Pierce. Even Diane—” “Don't you fucking say her name!” “Either step away from my throne, or she meets me, Troy. I'll make you watch while I kill her, just like last time.” This was the last straw. Dean could take everything, might win tomorrow. Troy didn't give a shit anymore. Her living was not negotiable. Keeping her alive trumped everything. He didn't care if he was being selfish anymore. Dean was never taking her from him, never taking another person from him ever again.

"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."

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.

"Any last words?" Kevin, barely managing to rise, stumbled and fell before Howard.

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'll get you an identical one, I promise. Lena needs this grade. I'll trade you for it." In his hand was a bullet casing. "Now tell them the dress is Lena's design. You know how much it matters to her." His voice was soft and yet full of pressure, an edge of warning under it. It was the seventh. The last casing. The last chance, and he was spending it to grind down what was left of my dignity. "This is the last time, all right? I swear, once Lena's standing on her own, I'll never take her side again. We'll get married right away, okay?" Dean murmured it against my ear, gripping my shoulders, his eyes all anxious pleading.

“I couldn’t care less about my ‘mate’ and you know it. I was barely tolerating the girl. Not that I won't kill and make it hurt really bad to who killed her like that, because she was still mine.” When kyle gets calculative like that, we all know that blood is going to be spilled tonight whether we know it or not. “it is the same person,” I say quietly from my seat and they all nod. “same style, same ammo, nothing left behind to track them down,” dean speaks and I nod. I have a special place reserved for the murderous bastard. I am going to show him exactly who I am and they are not going to live to tell the tale.

“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.”

Jax doesn't even know she has a diary. "Finally! I saw him today, he was as handsome as ever! He was preparing for their basketball team's play, that's why I didn't see him earlier because he was just busy. I wish I can wipe away those sweats from his forehead and arms. My love is so tired" Jade reads it with so much disgust on her face while the others are laughing and mocking Jade. "So cringe!" Mae squealed. "Who is this special someone huh, tell us! Tell us!" Valerie said.