Acomaf Books Novels & Stories

“This is Salvatore Castellanos, Adonis’s father. He lived in Sicily for three years while working on a multinational project. So I’m guessing he met Phoebe Vitale there, and they hit it off. Phoebe refused to leave her world as you’ve gathered, and the rest, we know.” I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. “This is so fucked up.” I slid to the next image. This time it was a girl, a sweet girl with an enormous smile. Her bright blue eyes were full of innocence as she looked at the camera through her long lashes. She wore a light green short dress and had her brown hair tied into a high ponytail. “This is her,” Cole muttered. “Amara. Some say that she was mentally unstable the last few days be

[Don’t waste any more time. The lid lifted with a soft click, and I felt my breath stop. Inside, everything was arranged with care, like tools laid out before a procedure. Pastel colors. Smooth surfaces. Things meant for pleasure—yet my hands trembled as if I’d uncovered a weapon. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Fernando murmured. I dropped the lid, my lips quivering. He wasn’t just a sly old man, but a creepy one too. “W-what are these?”

He sat on the couch as Lilly went to get coffee for both of them. As she went to take coffee in the kitchen, he took a look at the living room. He saw pics of his childhood, school days, college days, pics with friends but he didn't see the pics of her family. He smiled seeing the pics and even thought about her parents but then he let go of that thought and his gaze shifted to the little shelf of books beside the window which shows the little garden. He went through the books and found that she loves to read romantic novel books.