Dark Horse (A Demon's Guide to the Afterlife, #1)

by Kel Carpenter

“Just Fury,” I said, pinching the area between my brows and closing my eyes. A hundred years ago, I’d been an angry, murdered dead girl when I chose my name and profession. How was I to know that Fury was essentially the ‘Jessica’ of the Afterlife?

Lol

I opened the bag, reaching in for the wallet and fished the ID card from its slats. “Wow, you really thought of—” I stared at the card, narrowing my eyes. It was my face, all right. Birthday that made me twenty-six human years old. But . . . “Really, Duke? You made my name Jessica Fury?”

😂😂

“But now you know. You die, you end up back here, in my office. I’ll regenerate you and send you back up.”

like Little Nicky

I shook my head. “I, uh, I don’t do the mate thing. Polite pass.” His brows furrowed. “It wasn’t a request.”

Lol

alpha had challenged his dad to

“Coming from the girl who lives on alcohol,” Hades scoffed. I narrowed my eyes. “Doctors say a glass a day helps the heart.” Hades cocked his head mockingly. “A glass of wine, not a gallon of hard liquor.”

I’d thought I needed a miracle to end the conversation. Turns out I just needed to be poisoned. Good. I hope it killed me. I had a bone to pick with Duke, and I needed answers.

Lol

While I felt an innate pull toward her, a desire to protect her, an even greater one to fuck her, it didn’t instantly create feelings. It simply created possibility.

Good

“Have you ever died from alcohol poisoning?” I asked mildly. She really did drink a lot.