The Last One Will Dean Novelas e Histórias

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

But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________

If only she knew that I was quite serious about that statement, but since we were all for acting up, then let's be great actors. "I also want to say thank you to everyone I work with, my secretary Louisa is supposed to be here, so if you are, I appreciate it." So many of the guests turned their heads to search for her but I continued the speech. "Tonight was supposed to be a special one than it already is, but I believe in slow and steady winning the race. Finally, to Martin Constructions, that when it's time for me to take over, the process wilk be swift and very simple."

I nod my head, “See! Plus, that was different. None of us knew that they were planning to hurt me, now we know to be prepared. I want to hide.” Dean narrows his eyes, clearly, he had not been prepared for me to argue about this. “Yeah! Plus, I already have a really good hiding spot this year! No one will find us. We’ll be winning for sure!” He says, bumping his body into mine, standing next to me in solidarity. I laugh and look back at Dean, who clearly thinks he’s the one making the final decision on this.

Layla avoided eye contact, stammering, "W-what do you mean?" Haley continued, "Dean is 28, a trusted assistant to Shane. He's pretty busy with work, but his relationship history is completely clean. He even owns a place in downtown Jasper City. So, what do you think? Satisfied with these conditions?"

Betty said, hugging her sister with a bright smile. Dean couldn’t accept it. Had he been played by her all for revenge? He began to laugh wholeheartedly, like a mad man whose fierce gaze was on them. “Just you wait, you two. I’ll have the last laugh and take what’s rightfully mine with interest. If I don’t get both of you, my name isn’t Dean Vercey.” Dean then picked up his phone and made a call.

“I needed to get some things accomplished this morning. Damien kept me up last night talking about our future.” Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and walked over to her desk. “So you finally heard from him, huh? Nice. All good in your perverted little world now?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back on her desk, raking her with his hungry gaze as she stood in front of the board. She nodded, clasping her hands behind her back. “They are. He just needed time to process Holly’s leaving.” Dean clapped his hands together. “Well, glad that all worked out. Now we can get back to having our own fun.”

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

The oldest law of them all — no elder, no council could override it. The silence tasted dangerous, electric. A broad-shouldered warrior — Kaelen, she remembered his name, one of Silas’s most volatile lieutenants took a half step forward, his lips peeled back over his teeth. He looked as though he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. But Nicole didn’t flinch. She locked eyes with him, steady, unyielding. “I’ll bury you the same way I buried every ghost that thought they could own me.”

"Nico… you've grown. You must walk your path alone. I'm going to be with Mommy. She's lonely over there… I have to be with her." Enzo knelt, tears streaming. "Don! You can't! The young master cannot be without his father! Madre would never want this!" Dante cut him off, a twisted smile curving his lips. "Even in hell… I will cling to her and beg for her forgiveness." Then, he closed his eyes and fell forward. "Wait for me, Bianca." The waves swallowed him instantly. In that moment, I felt it—his obsession, the one that had clung to me all these years, finally dissipated.