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AUTHOR'S NOTE The Last Days At Reekfield's is a highschool romance/action/adventure series. It has six books in it. My aim of writing this series is to enable my readers experience their highschool days from a different angle; be it bad, average, good or what have you, and as you read, remember to indicate your predictions for the second book in the series in the comments/ratings section. The Last Days At Reekfield's is a series that is completely incomparable, given the perfect blend of love with studies, mysteries - which must be unfolded - and adventures.

Hendrik could memorize a case file better than anyone I knew. He sighed. “Our latest victim is a 16-year-old Caucasian female: five feet, two inches tall, one hundred and sixteen pounds, with short red hair and blue eyes. And probably got more action than I ever will.” I punched him in the arm. “Shut up,” I glared. I was in no mood for his bullshit. “Continue.” “All right, all right. She was last seen leaving her job at the public library around ten p.m. Her mother reported her missing at midnight after several phone calls to her daughter went unanswered. “

“Yes, please and thank you. Cream and sugar. When the coffee was on his table, he turned to me. - Thanks. - It was nothing. Good book? — Yes, I can't stop reading. He held it up so I could see the cover, which had a “dark night and stormy” of a running man. "Do you like suspense?" “Thriller and thriller, the occasional mystery. I pulled my bag from under the seat in front of me and grabbed one of the markers. from Damien. — So maybe you like this author. In these books, the adventures take place in Australia and it is a series with a police protagonist. There's a touch of the supernatural as well. He looked to either side of the marker, then nodded. - Thanks for the tip. I'll look later.

To run themselves in the dirt and expose themselves to the danger? Will they be ready to go all lengths to bring her back home and how long will they realize they have to race against time to do so? Will Elle ever return home alive? And what caused her disappearance will be the most haunting of the million questions that will dangle over a simple town like Yonsdale, for many years to come. And in our minds. - From the writers of critically acclaimed Vamp and psychotic mystery, Irene comes this provocative coming of age tragedy about the vices that revolve around being a teenager in the twenty first century and growing up in a conservative town.

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

"I have no clue what am I looking for. Any idea that where I should focus on?" Noah asked as soon as I told him to search for more as we might find some clues. The girls didn't object to my decision. Instead, they participated in giving Noah ideas. "What if you move one of the books from his book collection and then something comes up. Like a secret drawer or something. Well, that happens in dramas and movies though" Amy shrugged. "There is no way in the hell I'm going to pull out each book from his thousands of book collection," Noah sarcastically said.

I try for my words to sound Stern but even I could hear the uncertainty drenched into my voice. “Of course.” Victor nodded as he approach me before leaning in closer. “If this was anyone else you would not have gotten away with this.” He whisper into my ear as I pass him. I figured that would be the case, but I was never one hundred percent certain; I couldn’t believe that he would let it go so far. Even with the death of his only son, until now. I had my suspicion before but I wasn’t in any position to ask questions. I grew up in this house. I learnt everything I know by slipping through these halls as a kid. I heard things for god-sake. I delivered those checks to the children’s home every

"Do you also read it?" "Not me, but my younger son," Susan replied. "Lately, he's been really into mystery and detective novels. He's been devouring 'Seven Days,' and he recently bought some other books by the same author, like 'Murder Weapon' and 'The Deserted School'... She continued, "Oh, and he even reads that author's young adult fiction. The other day, when I went to drop off his lunch, I saw it on his desk and flipped through it a bit. My goodness, it was so cheesy, I almost couldn't take it!"

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

When the door closed quietly behind him, silence returned. For several moments I remained seated on the bed without moving then I reached beneath the pillow and pulled out what I had hidden earlier. It was not actually a book, it was my iPad. Inside were dozens of pages filled with notes. Questions about the kidnapping, about the accident and about the memories that refused to return. What I didn’t tell anyone, sometimes I woke in the middle of the night with the strange feeling that something was missing. It felt like a story that had lost an important chapter.