Romans & histoires Three Walkers

Just like that, I was financially free. Sometimes, I caught updates on them through the news. Emma, worn down by stress and constant travel, collapsed. After her attempted murder, her family abandoned her. No one was willing to source the rare blood she needed. Before long, she was gone. Vincent was cut off from the Arnault inheritance. He built his own company and dedicated himself to helping patients with rare blood types. Facing the cameras, he said, "I made a lot of mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life making up for them. I hope the person I love finds happiness."

His face was dark, his voice cold as he yelled, "Lucille, are you out of your mind?! Get down from there! You don’t want to be fired? Fine, I won’t fire you! I’ll transfer you to a different department, okay?!" Firefighters were already in position below, ready for any outcome. Instead of calming down, Lucille suddenly screamed even louder, "Shawn! Why do you get to walk away from this like an innocent bystander?! If you want me to come down, marry me! And give me half of the company shares!" Shawn’s expression twisted in utter shock. "Are you insane?!" he roared. "Do you even realize what you’re saying?! There’s nothing between us!" His furious outburst was met with a sorrowful, bitter laug

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

Three blocks away, Torque and Leo were crouched behind the rusted husk of an old delivery truck, staring through the morning smog at the sprawling complex of the Munitions Plant. The perimeter was terrifying. A ten-foot chain-link fence topped with concertina wire surrounded the yard. Patrolling inside were four Sentinel Walkers—massive, spider-like mechs armed with twin-linked heavy machine guns. They moved with terrifying, fluid speed, their optical sensors sweeping the perimeter for targets. "If we cross that street, we're dead," Torque whispered, his mechanical jaw locked tight. "Those Walkers have a three-hundred-degree field of vision. We can't flank them."

"Clinging to the hollow shell of a marriage? You make it sound so noble. It's you who's been pestering Susanne all along. Yet, you still dare to say, right to my face, that Susanne is your wife? "You must have a death wish for trying to hit on my fiancee. I'm gonna make sure the whole world sees what a shameless homewrecker you are!" Stanley blocked the door to stop anyone from entering or leaving the restroom, then pulled out his phone to record a video. "Check this out, everyone. This homewrecker has been trying to seduce my fiancee. My fiancee ignored him, but he still wouldn't give up. Now he's followed us all the way to our workplace. Are homewreckers these days really this shameless?"

The Void-Walkers. Rowan tossed me into the boat and jumped in, grabbing the oars. He paddled with a desperation that made the wood groan. I looked back. The village was being swallowed by a black fog. Caleb and the old woman were standing their ground, but the Void-Walkers were gliding over the water like skates on ice. "Rowan, they’re coming!" I screamed. The lead Walker reached the back of our boat. It raised a long, spindly arm, its needle-fingers inches from Rowan’s back.

Several classmates who used to be on good terms with me apologized in quiet voices as they passed me while being taken away. James struggled to crawl toward me, and he grabbed my pant leg. "Can you forgive me, Celeste?" I shook my head coldly. James looked like he was in pain as he proceeded to throw up more blood. He passed out after that. Their regrets meant nothing to me. I could never forgive them for what they did to me. This entire fiasco was streamed live by a passerby. It took only a few hours for it to trend. Everything happened so fast, and angry comments filled the stream.

She lay on top of me and praised, "You're so strong! That was my first time. I don't think I can even walk straight tomorrow." Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. "From now on, I won't have to steal your stockings anymore. We can just keep doing this in the long term." Shanine continued laying on top of me like a kitten. Just then, Kerrigan walked into the room. When she saw us there, her expression was tinged with a little fury. "I just took a trip to the bathroom, and you didn't even have the patience for that?" I wanted to explain to her that I thought she was the one on the bed instead. But before I could speak, she quickly cut me off.

No pedestrians slowing down. No coworkers nearby. Even the approaching taxi drove past without stopping. My heartbeat hammered painfully against my ribs as I stood frozen for another second before finally stepping into the car. He was the last man I'd want to meet, and I made sure there'd be no crossing pathes between us. I chose a simple life that erased my old self from the world. And now, after six years, he'd found me. “I guess I won,” he said softly, his deep voice carrying that same cold weight I remembered too well.