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Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** Bad memories are like a parasite; as soon as it grabs hold, it doesn’t let go. It keeps sucking away and away, taking every inch of you until you are nothing...they leave you feeling drained because they take all your blood and energy. That is exactly what last night’s memories have been doing to me. Physically, I was sitting in the assembly hall, while it was thronged. However, mentally I was absent. Who would have not been? Maybe I had gone crazy. But then, at the same time, I could easily feel the grip at my heart. It was as if an intense and strong force held my heart and somehow restrained me from breaking up. Surprises kept on descending upon me but yet I wa

“When we met, you gave me a nickname. Do you remember it?” I hesitated, wondering where this was going. “Sexy… man in overalls?” He nodded, his lips twitching with a smile, like the memory was too pleasing to not smile. “Then I gave you one of my own later on. Do you remember that too?” “Sexy nut,” this time, the words rolled off easily. “Exactly. That was our dynamic, Maya. Calling each other petty things that aligned with what was going on at that moment.” Blake explained. “If that's the case, pretty thief should have expired the moment you found your wallet.” I stated.

“I’m no good for you. I’m dangerous. I lose my shit and people get hurt.” “You won’t hurt me,” I counter. “How can you say that?” he scowls. “You don’t know half the shit I’ve done.” “I don’t need to. I know you’re a good person.” “No, I’m not,” Cal snaps. “I’ve hurt people. Killed with no remorse.” He scrubs a hand over his face, shaking his head. The turn-off for Norbury appears around the bend ahead, but he makes no move to start slowing down for it.

“We still do. But things change. Go back downstairs. Maria will bring your dinner. And don't try this again.” They pushed me out, locking the door behind me. I pressed my back against the wall, sliding down as I let the tears pour. I was just eleven, I had no business living in a basement. From then on, I became the basement boy. Invisible, hidden away from the rest of the world. Back in the present, as I walked away from Lucien’s study, I clenched my fists, my teeth grinding against each other. History was repeating itself again, and August was the new prize, and I was sidelined again.

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over and over. But my world was shutting down, darkness pulling me under. Heart disease ran in the family—my dad, my grandfather, both gone because of it. I'd been careful, done all the right things. Regular checkups, healthy living. And yet, here I was, my heart betraying me, giving out without warning. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself—just lying there, lifeless. Luca was still clutching the phone, his finger jabbing the call icon over and over. This time, it actually connected.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

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He would close his eyes and just hope that she and little Liam would be okay on the other side of the ocean. But just as he couldn't erase the memory of that woman running for her life, neither could he erase what came after. Those bitter memories were tattooed in every corner of his brain. His cell phone vibrated loudly, so walked over to his nightstand and looked at the screen. Sighing, he picked up the device and slid the green band to answer.

“You little money-grubber. Looks like I don’t even need to try with you. All it takes is cash. And that’s one thing I’ve got plenty of.” Yes. For money, I would do anything. “Enough!” The voice cut through the dream. Steve tore off his headset and shouted, “What on earth is this, Mr. Wilson? You really think these memories are real? That liar is slandering Emily!” My parents pulled off their helmets too, their faces pale with shock. Mr. Wilson bowed respectfully. “In theory, memories can’t be fabricated.” “Ugh!” Steve kicked a chair, speechless with rage. Ben’s expression was hard and unreadable. After a long silence, he finally said, “Lily brought this on herself. She didn’t fight back beca