Warning: This chapter contains some detailed sexual content. Also, after this chapter, there is only one left but there is a bit of a time jump. Enjoy! ___________________________________________________Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen Dinner was absolutely lovely and now we were all just sitting around, chatting about anything and everything. Jenson was sleeping in Mike’s arms, and Kacey was in Luke’s. Me and Peyton were having a glass of mine. It was really nice to just sit and relax with them. ‘So, how hungover did you get in Vegas then?’ She asked. I couldn’t help but laugh, ‘Oh, THAT hung over, huh?’ I nodded. ‘You have absolutely NO idea’. We shared another laugh, which caused Kacey to sturr. ‘Why don’t you take the kids upstairs to bed?’ Peyton suggested. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, would you like us to head home, give you some time to chill out, just yourselves?’ I suggested it, but she shook her head. ‘No, No honestly, it's fine. We have the cot still set up for Jenson, so no har
Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen -- Final Chapter! ** Jenson’s First Birthday **Michael’s Point of View Maybe throwing a big family party and having family come in from out of town wasn’t the best idea, considering we hadn’t long moved into our house, but how many times do your children turn one? Today was a special day and while it would be ALOT of hard work, it would definitely be worth it. I was in the kitchen making breakfast while Ella was up in the shower. ‘Do you want some toast?’ I asked my very happy birthday boy. He looked up at me and beamed a smile, nodding before he continued playing with his toys on the floor. Another thing I loved about this house was the large open plan kitchen, it meant we could cook food while Jenson played in his toy room, which, technically was the dining room, but it worked so, meh! I quickly made him his food and went over to put it on his tray before going back to cooking the bacon for mine and Ella’s sandwiches. As I was finishing them
LA, Land of Sunshine... Celebrities, Stardom ... and Serial Killers.Two twin sisters, struggling to get by in a world that reared its cruel ugly head when their older sibling was ripped away from them, without a trace, are suddenly thrown into a dangerous world when they come face to face with a gang of men who are single-handedly responsible for death and disappearance of hundreds of women across the United States of America.Now it's time for Ella and Peyton to face down the demons that roam the City of Angels, but, in the end, will they survive? **********Yes, Another new book, and no, it's not the sequel to any of my current work. If I'm hon
PrologueMichael WatkinsLuke RobertsDamon JonesJoey JohnsonFour perfectly normal, ordinary guys. They have perfectly normal, ordinary jobs and all live together in a large, perfectly normal and ordinary house in the hills of LA.Michael is a painter and decorator. Luke is a Teacher, Damon is a police officer and Joey is a bank manager... And very very rich.…but, you see, while they seem perfectly normal and ordinary, and to a point, they are, they also all harbour a deep, dark secret. A secret that is so horrifying, it makes the darkest pits of hell seem
Chapter OneI finished busting the tables I was working on and threw the dirty rags in the bin on the way back to the locker room. Peyton and I were meant to finish our shifts hours ago, but a few other members of staff had phoned in sick and, well, honestly, I needed the money, we both did. Andrew, our boss, offered extra hours, so we took them. We’re saving practically every penny we can so we can get our own place.We didn’t have the best home life, and I know Peyton felt some weird need to ‘’protect’’ me from it. Take me away from the shitty reality we had. In all fairness, it's not like it's our parent's fault. Our family had been through a lot over the years.Sighing to myself, I took my apron off and shoved it in my locker. It had gotten to t
Chapter Two I don’t even know how long I lay there on the floor, in an incredibly uncomfortable position but that was the least of my worries right now. Was Peyton ok?! I was terrified, but I managed to calm myself enough to listen closely for any signs that she was ok. I could hear a second person heavily breathing somewhere very close to me, possibly even right next to me, but I assumed if it was her, she was gagged like I was. ‘Which one are you having?’ I heard someone ask, with humour in their deep, clearly male, voice. There was a chuckle. Was this a joke? A game? What did these guys want?!!? ‘That one’. Which one? Did he mean me or my sister? ‘Good, I’ll take the blue chick’. I was the blue chick, which means the first guy meant Peyton. Fresh panic arose inside me. Living in LA, you hear the stories, it's not the safest of places, especially downtown, the city has a dark history, but you NEVER think something like this will happen to you! Upon the realization that the
Chapter ThreeMichael’s Point of ViewI left the girl with my warning and walked over to the door, slamming it closed. I just kept quiet and watched as she sat up, but she didn’t move more than that. She just stayed still, in place, as I told her to.Good girl.I could see her shaking, and smiled. Good, I want her terrified, I want her to know that her time was limited, that after I’ve had my sick fun and games with her, I was going to kill her. It was part of the fun and excitement of why I do these things.They always beg and plead, but it never works. I was a monster, I didn’t have a heart or a conscious, I torture and kill who I want when I want.
Chapter Four Ella’s Point of View This guy was such a sick creep. I just sat, terrified and waited for him to speak again, but he didn’t. I had nothing to say and what I did want to say would probably just annoy him, and I'm sure it wasn’t anything he never heard a million times when he’s done this before. Let me go. Please don’t hurt meWhy are you doing this to me? I won’t tell anyone, anything! … and so on. It was crazy, someone like him was doing this shit. Sure, there was probably some serious deep-rooted fucked up reason, but like... He was a really attractive guy, why did he do this? He would no doubt have absolutely no problems finding women… Maybe that was the issue? Maybe it was too easy for him, he wanted a challenge, a big, fucked up, sick challenge, or maybe... It was as simple as he found it fun… … but no matter how attractive he was, how good looking he was, how handsome, it couldn’t hide the fact his eyes... They were just.. Black. You could literally see the