The Last One Will Dean Novels & Stories

Wherever we were going, it was going to be my final destination. "Right here. We'll wait for you in the woods while you get gas and buy dinner." the car stopped on the side of the road. Dean, creepy's real name, stepped out and gestured for me to follow him. As soon as he closed the door, the car skid away. "Follow me". He walked into the darkness of the trees without looking back. Of course, why would he worry about any escape attempt? where could even I go if I tried to run? There was nothing on this deserted road. I cast a last look at the retreating car before I trailed behind him.

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

Leighton was at a critical stage in her Associate Dean promotion process while Harley was about to graduate. I knew she'd agree. Sure enough, a few minutes later, she uncapped her pen and signed her name. Looking at the signed divorce agreement, I nodded in satisfaction. Then I pulled out my phone and casually scrolled through the screen. As she finished the final stroke of her signature, she suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "Logan, you're completely living off me. If you step back into society now, you're nothing but a useless man who can't even take care of himself.

As they drive away, Tamara looks back. "I have one last surprise for Leon.," Dean says as he presses the button in his hand. The whole lab explodes. Dean and Tamara smile at each other, and they get everything into the Packhouse and lock away as the sun's last light shines over the valley where their Pack grounds are.

He digests it all as we pull into the garage. "That clever bastard." After that we try to come up with a bulletproof plan to defeat Michael and Markus. "How about this, Samantha takes Genelia to Michael. We are all behind them waiting for a signal or something to pounce. Jack takes out Michael, Markus and-" Dean cuts off Philip's plan. "No, I'll take care of Oliver." Dean's eyes shone with vexation. "Are we all in agreement?" Jack checks. Everyone nods, including Genelia. "So it's settled, today is officially Michael and Markus's last day."

They knew some of them might not return. Dean gathered everyone in the main room. He looked at each face in turn. “If anything goes wrong tonight, we fall back here. There will be no heroics and equally, no one stays behind. We live, or we die together.” He paused. “But before we leave, I want something else from all of you.” He walked to the small wooden box he kept on the mantle. He opened it and removed five thin black leather collars. Each one was simple yet elegant. Each one had a small silver ring at the front and a tiny lock at the back.

The man suggested. As Dean accepted the ID, he glanced at Kaitlyn who was covered with a blanket, attentively listening to them. "Kyle Hirata. Sounds familiar to me." Dean smirked and threw the ID away, smirking. "Beat him up," Dean ordered as Kaitlyn clenched her fists trying to contain her anger. 'Don't you dare touch him!' Kaitlyn thought. When Dean is about to close the door, another one of his men comes running, panic etched on his face.

I saved her. "No, no, God no. Please, no. Why? Why did you fucking do it?" Brianna cradled my head as tears fell like rivulets down her eyes. She was crying nonstop and I heard a whooshing sound. I turned to look, and it was Dean, my Dean. "Don't cry, please don't. I chose this. Please don't cry." I held on to Dean as he cried, cradling my head along with Brianna. I just had one last question to ask, and everything would be fine. I'll finally find peace.

With no pride left to uphold, those Elders who had chosen to cling to their lives lowered their lips to the gilded fabric of my and Dean's feet, acknowledging our authority in an act of submission that underscored the monumental shift in power that had just taken place. Dean refrains from uttering the word "zero"; instead, he merely releases a small puff of air from his lungs. The quiet that follows his exhalation stretches into what feels like an eternity, leaving everyone in the room suspended in tense anticipation. The Elders still seated at the table fear that their time has come, expecting a swift reckoning for their tyrannical actions. Dean, however, reminds them of the choice they wer