Novel & Cerita The Reckoning Novel

she added quietly, “they won’t be able to control what comes next.” The line went dead. And somewhere between night and morning, the story shifted— From rumor To reckoning.

“Three bullets to end her miserable life.” The others chuckled. “Yes, she will plan her revenge in hell with her mother. She was a maid at your house, right?” laughed Rebekah. “Yeah, so much for forgetting her place.” Veronica laughed too. “I haven’t forgotten how she framed us in Vegas. Please let me pull the trigger on her,” said Rebekah. “Me too,” said Veronica. “Me three,” said Leilani. “Sure, all of us can. Let her wake up. I can’t wait to see her face when we send her to her mother.” Lucille grunted with fury.

The ensuing silence, filled with her shallow breaths, seemed to last forever until it was broken by her meek, yet firm refusal. "No!" Her hazel gaze locked with his fierce, gray ones. "I-I won't do it." Kevin clenched his teeth, fury simmering in his gaze. The sting of her rejection sliced through him like a thousand knives. He had already reached the limit of his patience and here she was pushing him even further. "Do you hear yourself?" Kevin took a step nearer, exuding authority, and Emma found her determination dwindling. "I-I can't do it," Emma unconsciously took a step back.

POV: Callum Wells With sneaky whispers, the shadows appeared to call to me, kindling the flames of obsession hotter into my veins with every day. Ivory Wells and her unrelenting fight had driven me to the very brink; now, there would be no turning back from the chasm. Too much had been given up, too many deftly spun plans had been implemented over the years. All lead to this unavoidable junction when the status quo would either be maintained by forceful action...or irreversibly disrupted into anarchy.

Speaking of the devil, Ronan walks towards us, his face twisted into a cunning smirk. He knows. He knows everything he shouldn't. I'm doomed.

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

Deep in the night, Estella tossed and turned, unable to shake off the unsettling news Brett had delivered. The audacity of their actions left her restless. Seeking solace, she slipped out of her bedroom, craving the cool embrace of the outdoor air. The bench outside her house beckoned, offering a sanctuary under the moon’s pale light. Sitting there, Estella sighed heavily. “They have no shame,” she muttered to herself, her mind replaying Brett’s words. How could they betray her like that? Her regret swelled, a bitter taste in her mouth. If only she had destroyed all her research before - perhaps then this wouldn’t have happened.

I watched him as he scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back to my eyes, did he speak. "Undress ", he demanded. Confusion lined my eyes as I looked into his beautiful pair of blue eyes. I thought I had misheard him. One wouldn't murder their lover, and 120 years later, when the body has become a walking dead, he demands they take their clothes off upon first arrival. "I won't tell you again, Molly" he calmly said. Fire and courage flooded my body. "You - you murdered me, Fredrick", I whispered; looking into his eyes for any sign of regret.