Ammons Haunting Case Novels & Stories

“Listen, I know you think I’m just being paranoid but listen, I texted you and you texted him and as soon as I get back to the sauna, Casper is gone.” “Could have just been a coincidence.” I replied with a shrug. “And then he just happened to be in the area when you texted?” “Again, Bella, another coincidence.” “And now you get news about the CCTV footage and suddenly he has to use the restroom? He’s also the only one you told about what we had planned with Amelia and suddenly our mole doesn’t show up and she’s dead the next day. I’m telling you baby, I can’t shake it.” She replied, squeezing my hand as she said the last part of her words, looking at me with her eyes as if they were pleading

They had promised to spend their entire lives together under the beautiful fireworks in the night sky, but Evan forgot everything about them after one night and even fell in love with another woman. He broke Nancy's legs for the woman, and it cost Nancy her dreams of being a dancer, but things did not stop there. Evan locked her away in a pitch‑black basement, behind the backs of the Jenco and Sartori Dons. He let others take compromising photos of her, and soon the whole city had seen those scandalous pictures. This tragedy, single-handedly perpetrated by Evan, continued for three months.

"No. That's all." I hang up. Look toward the bedroom. She's in there. Alone. Processing. Should I go to her? Or give her space? I don't know. Don't know how to help her through this. Don't know how to fix what revenge broke. My phone rings again. Unknown number. I almost don't answer. Do anyway. "Hello?" "Mr. Hale, this is Detective Morrison from the NYPD. We're investigating allegations that evidence in the Voss case may have been obtained through illegal recording—"

This time Enzo had a creased forehead. "What. It has been 3 hours. I told Callum not to be late. Call him". Panick started kicking in. No it’s not happening. Before they could get him on call Stephen got a call instead. "To the Originals. Now". Just one message and Stephen felt all his body was set on fire. The veins popped up on his neck. "Fuckkkk". He slammed everything on the table. "I will not forgive you for this Adam". He screamed and they all rushed to visit Crescent again. The Castle.

She glanced toward the street where Rick was already questioning a homeless man who'd been sleeping in the adjacent doorway, then quickly retrieved the paper with her pen. The note was written in a script she recognised from her childhood, before she'd turned her back on pack law and ancient traditions. Three words in the old language that made her blood run cold: *The Hunt Begins.* Casie pocketed the note without a word, her mind already racing through implications she couldn't share with her partner. Someone was targeting humans with supernatural methods, and if the old families got involved, the careful balance she'd spent years maintaining would shatter.

I muttered as I reached for my phone. It had already shut down after draining its last bit of battery. I plugged it in and went online. Twitter had been hit by a storm of news. One of the headlines read: [Infamous Amos: Terry Amos' parents and relatives' crimes exposed! Jail awaits!] I frowned. "Wait. Terry and Harvey went missing? How? Didn't the cops find them at the hotel?" Another report claimed that the police had found Edmund dead in the banquet hall, his lower half a mangled, explosive mess. Some speculated that the sex drugs he had taken had pushed his body past its limit and caused his blood to burst through his veins and, well, his weiner.

She leaned forward in her seat with a serious expression “I want answers Aamon, and only you can give me the answers I want. I want to know what really happened, what is happening and what will happen?” He laughed “I’m a vampire, not a psychic, sure I can see far ahead and hear your heartbeat but I can’t see the future. I can’t tell you what will happen, I’m not even sure I know what is happening. I can only tell you what has happened” “I’ll take that” She pressed record on her recorder and noticed he looked anxious “You don’t have to summarize anything, I can ask the questions if you want” “I’d like that” She cleared her throat and began “can you tell me what happened in September 1922?”

Anna was worried. "Please, this is necessary," said Aamir while walking. "Still ..." Anna saw that it was ten o'clock at night and all she had to do was sleep. "Anna, this is about Uncle and Aunty's accident ... I think ... I think they didn't have an accident. They was killed ... It was a murder. ”Hearing Aamir's words, Anna's whole headache, sleep flew away. "What?" You know what you are talking about Aamir ... See if it's a joke ... "

“No, I mean totally disappeared. I thought there might be hidden tunnels and passageways between the house and the outer buildings, but I have found nothing. Also, not once I have been able to detect her. She leaves no scent anywhere.” “Well, that is unusual?” “Not if there is something magic or supernatural going on. Often, whatever or whoever has been cast invisible and kept hidden from the supernatural as well as the natural.” “You think she’s…actually…I’m not sure what you’re thinking.” “Neither am I, just informing you about another strange mystery in the house.” “Anything else?” Amun asked suspiciously. “Yeah, I was attacked by a demon last night. It almost took my head off.”