Unturned Part 1 Novels & Stories

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

" Zane took a step forward, dropping his arms to his sides. "Our territory is holding just fine!” His fingers curled into fists. “We don't buy power from corrupt judges. We work for every inch. If Evren Stormvale thinks he can walk into the East Coast and order us around like his personal mercenaries, he’s going to find out how hard Shadow Moon bites back."

I felt the warmth of a lone tear escape my eye and leaving its trail all the way to my hairline as my eyes wavered and my eyelids closed when the last breath left my mouth. To be continued…. *Dear reader. If you have enjoyed reading The cold one - part 1, feel free to leave a review or rating with your thoughts, and thank you for choosing to read my book. Be sure to find out what happens in The cold one’s part 2 - The hunters rise.

But sometimes, destiny took unexpected turns, leading them to places they never imagined. As the first light of dawn began to break through the horizon, Aline turned to Ethan, her eyes sparkling with determination. "This is just the beginning, Ethan. Our journey is far from over." He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "And I'll be right here by your side, every step of the way." Aline's revenge was just beginning...

I stare at him and decide I better just start talking, I need a pack. I can’t survive like this on my own, that much has been proven. “I was on my way home from a shift at the bar I worked at, not exactly in a great area but money is money right…. And well some drunk guy came up to me… I turned him down and of course he didn’t like that at all.” I said watching his reactions but he had absolutely none. He just sat there waiting. So I went on. “He was so strong. I couldn’t do anything, all the fight I had did nothing to him. He brought me to the back through the forested area and…” this was the hard part to say, “He took what he wanted from me and well, all I remember next was pain, so much p

He stood there, speechless, until his phone rang again. This time, his hesitation lasted only a moment. He made his choice. Without another word, he turned and walked out the door toward her as though she were the only one who truly mattered. There was nothing else left to say. I blocked his number and then deleted every last trace of him. The next morning, he never showed up. It was fine, though. My parents were with me and watched as I was wheeled into the operating room. The sterile, cold air inside the room sent a shiver through me. Even then, it wasn’t as cold as the feeling of a scalpel cutting into flesh.

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

“Do I need to count to three?” I turned to take a look outside the large window when I heard a couple of dudes roaring their motorcycles to life. Lucid Haven was packed tonight. Too bad the club might be closing for a while seeing to it they will find two dead bodies in one of their rooms. The old man snatched the gun and pointed it to me by the curtains. The gun clicked but no bullets came to shoot. I secretly smiled to myself. “Oh no, did I forget to load the gun?” I pursed my lips. I turned around to face Ricki Douglas. The latter stared at me with fear in his eyes, his hands were shaking as his gaze fell to the floor.

It was part of who he was. I unbuckled slowly, and he offered his hand for mine. His fingers closed around mine- warm, grounding. As I stepped out, he pressed the other hand to the door and clicked the lock for me. The security of his touch hummed through my veins like a promise I didn't know I needed. Not long after. Nathan's Beta, Jay, and the other two silent pack warriors- Zackary and Seth- stepped out of the other car. They spread out behind us, creating an unspoken perimeter.

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END