All The Wrong Places Novels & Stories

That word said everything. It meant Mary had noticed something long ago but she never took it seriously. Maybe she even allowed it to happen, convincing herself it was just harmless fun. I couldn’t stop laughing. “When disappointment cuts deep enough, sometimes all that’s left is laughter,” I thought bitterly. Ben took a step forward. “We were wrong,” he said coldly, “but you’re not innocent either. For three years, I thought about sending you back to your old town. I was even willing to give you money, as much as you wanted. But you were too greedy.”

Because sometimes, the right moments aren’t given. They’re stolen.

Amber flashed a smug smile at him, licking her lips. “You’re so good to me, baby.” They flirted like I wasn’t even there, their wild pheromones thick in the air, all mixed up. After a while, they finally seemed to remember I existed. Ethan noticed I hadn’t touched my food. “Scarlett, aren’t you hungry?” I said flatly, “I’m allergic to venison.” The room went quiet for a beat, the air freezing. Amber quickly asked with concern, “Scarlett, why didn’t you say so? You haven’t touched any deer blood, have you? Venison can trigger a wolf's frenzy in those who are allergic.”

The evening air felt heavy, as though the summer sun had refused to let go even though it was already dipping below the skyline. I had just finished a walk down the quiet streets of North Wilmore, earbuds in, pretending the outside world wasn’t buzzing with my name tied to Adrian’s. Pretending that I was still just Nova Ashton, ordinary college freshman on break, not… whatever this thing was.

No contact. Just a shadow trailing another.

She didn’t know what to expect, but she hoped she could at least stay invisible today. Of course, Astrid had other plans. “I need you to handle the Frenschi canvas series,” Astrid said, crossing her arms. “Take it to the south wing, have it arranged according to the brochure.” Irene blinked. “Which brochure?” Astrid raised a brow. “Don’t tell me you forgot already.” “I—I’ll handle it.” But something went wrong. The canvas was installed upside down, mislabelled. A handful of visitors noticed. Whispers began.

Sean then turned toward me and said, "We'll get going now." I nodded. As they left, I could still hear Isobel questioning him, "Sean, what on earth is wrong with the company? Hasn't it been doing just fine?" "Fine, your ass!" Sean snapped. "All you do is shop all day. You have no idea how many of our projects are losing money now!"'

An hour later Evelyn was walking down the alleyway leading to the underground gambling den. The alleyway was dark and narrow, the walls covered in graffiti and the ground littered with trash. A lone streetlight flickered at the end of the alley, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The sound of music and voices drifted from a door at the end of the alley, muffled but growing louder as she approached. A sense of foreboding filled the air, a feeling that something dangerous and illicit lay just beyond the door.

About the Author Aruna Esther Imoseme, is an upcoming writer, she has written a few other books such as Forced to Marry, The Great Escape, Kimo the Dancing Frog, An Affair to Remember, Prey and Predator, and so many more are yet to come! She currently resides in Nigeria with her family. THE WRONG DARK HOUSE! Every house has its secrets. LONDON RYE, EAST SUSSEX TOWN MERMAID STREET. JANUARY 1988 - DECEMBER 1990 Book 1 Prologue: We sometimes make mistakes and those mistakes come back to haunt us in life. No matter how small or big, they always have a way of sneaking up on us even when we have forgotten about them. Though they may be scary or they may knock us down, we've got to get up and take

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