Abandoned Am Wilson Novels & Stories

The small box was hidden in her pants just as she quickly made her way away from the premises. Her eyes were at alert, checking out for signs of them as though they were enemies ready to spill her blood. “Run!” That was the only thing she could hear in her head. Her feet were aching and her eyes were becoming blurry. But then, she wasn’t willing to stop. And so, she kept running until she was far from the house…the house that tormented her and the house that sold her off to some stranger. *** Mr Wilson walked up to Amelia’s room, still with his heart filled with excitement . He couldn’t believe that Grey was currently sitting in his living room and willing to offer him a million dollar deal.

Truman took the address and headed straight for the place where Wilson was supposed to be. It was a simple urban village, but the moment I saw it, my entire soul started to tremble uncontrollably. This was where Wilson had first taken me, where I endured inhumane torture as he demanded that I reveal Jamie's whereabouts, but I refused to say a word. In the end, he strapped a bomb to my body and dragged me to that abandoned warehouse in the suburbs. They arrived at one of the houses, and kicked the door open once they confirmed that no one was inside.

Clinical. I stood by the door, watching my life get packed away like evidence. Emma slept through most of the car ride. Her head rested in my lap, fingers tangled in the hem of my shirt. I stared out the window, heart pounding as city streets faded into winding roads and looming iron gates. The Wolfe Estate. It rose like a shadowed giant — towering and sprawling, its windows dark and endless. Too many secrets behind those walls. It wasn’t a home. It was a throne—cold and unyielding.

Jason called all the car rental companies around Lake District with the plate number of the abandoned car but it was not till the last one did he find the company that hired out the car to one Mr. Smith Stonewall. Jason knew that the name was fictitious. He went through his documents and files to see if he could get a picture of Richmond so as to show it to the man and find out if he was the one who rented the car. That would be a damning evidence against him.

He might even be an alien! Wilma showed no signs of being anything but an old woman, but the fact that she went along with Martin and Nick’s charades where Nick’s ghost and dead body were concerned creeped her out. It was an odd household and Alison would need a lot of courage and strength to last there for the year required to secure her parents’ inheritance. The bonus was that, after the year, she intended on firing Wilma, having the house blessed and cleansed by a priest, and living fat on the hog on her own inheritance. She promised Vanessa that, if there was any way possible to do it, she would pay for the rest of her college education and support her as well. All she asked is that Va

“Then why the hell are we walking into it?” Adrian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk fading into something more lethal. “Because, sweetheart, the best way to catch a ghost is to make him think you’re not afraid of the dark.” She swallowed, gripping the gun tighter. “And if the ghost catches you first?” Adrian met her gaze, his voice dangerously low. “Then we make sure he regrets it.” The Warehouse – 1:12 AM The abandoned warehouse was exactly what Amelia had expected, dark, cold, and humming with the kind of tension that sent chills down her spine. The air smelled of oil and metal, the high ceilings making every small noise echo like a gunshot.

He paced the room like a lion losing its mind, cursing, finally launching a chair into the wall with a guttural yell. “She was supposed to be SAFE!” he roared. Trenholm leaned over the war map. “We think we found the location. If his demands were real, if he's staging near Baja… there’s one place that fits.” He tapped the screen. An abandoned textile plant in Prince George’s County. Shuttered since ‘98. No security. No lights. But solid. Industrial. Untraceable. “Six floors,” Trenholm explained. “Steel framework. Concrete bones. Underground waste tunnels. The kind of place you can hide a woman, and the screams never echo outside.”

Every vehicle passing a Wolfe checkpoint displayed its plate number beside its location. "Find the ambulance Julian used," I said. My voice settled over the room like iron. "He had less than a ten-minute start from the dock gate." *** The hours bled together as the sun rose over the city skyline. Bright morning light poured through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the server racks. The blue glare from the monitors was all that mattered. Aris stood beside me with a map of Sector Four open on his tablet. "We found the ambulance, boss," he said. "It was abandoned in an alleyway two blocks from the naval storage site. The plates were cold."

"Chloe's had it worse. The day the collectors showed up, she got into it with one of them, got shoved, and fell down a flight of stairs. Broke her leg." I went still for a second. "Right now, your mom's on her own, trying to take care of your dad and Chloe both, while fielding those collectors on top of it." Nathan shook his head. "She's lost so much weight. It's hard to watch, honestly." I picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip. Nathan watched me. "Ryan, what are you thinking?" I set the glass down. "I'm not really thinking anything."

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain. My parents put me first in everything. Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment. The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles. She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention." That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me. On the night she goes to a class reunion, I quietly mention that my heart feels a little uneasy. Dad suddenly slams the medicine box in his hand ont