Books Like In Cold Blood Novels & Stories

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.

and a string of words I’m not sure of. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep when I roll over. He’s wide awake beside me with a book in hand. ‘In Cold Blood’. Figures. In any other circumstances, I’d feel ashamed I’m stark naked with this man dressed rather decently, bundled up in his duvet with a dull throb in my groin and haunting memories the evening. But I smile, as darkly as I can. I wouldn’t have half as much courage if I wasn’t half-asleep. “Can I see it?” He shuts his book. He’s a little more confused than I would have expected. “What?” It makes perfect sense to me, what. Though, I suppose I am half-asleep. And coming out of a particularly rancid sex dream.

The horrifying scenes of the murders and blood in that building where we were held hostage haunted my mind and caused goosebumps to break out in my body. After long, depressing minutes of crying out my pain and nursing the deep wounds of betrayal, I staggered up to my feet and held out my phone towards the board. I clicked a picture of the plan board and grabbed the files and pictures. As I began to walk away, my eyes caught a large book peeking out of the drawer. I paused and shuffled back, then pulled the drawer open. The book fell out and I bent closer to take a closer look at the book. On the cover, it was written HISTORY AND ETHICS OF THE SCORPIO.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

She chuckled to herself, wondering why the authors bothered with such misleading names. One particular book caught her eye - 'Blood Lust'. Raven couldn't help but roll her eyes at the title, feeling annoyed at the lack of originality. "Might as well give the writers of these books a Nobel prize for nice book titles," she grumbled under her breath as she opened the book. The first picture she came across made her pause. It was a disturbing image of a man with his head buried deep in the neck of a woman who was sitting down, with blood dripping from her neck.

✦ ✦ ✦ I have run interrogations since I was twenty-two years old and I have never once watched someone do it the way she does it. Cold. Precise. No performance, no theater, no raised voice. She talks to Caruso like she's already read everything he's ever done and found it mildly disappointing, and the effect of that — of being looked at by a beautiful woman in a basement with a laptop full of your crimes and an expression of total calm — is, I'm observing, considerably more destabilizing than anything loud. She pulls the first tool from the bag and sets it on the worktable and I watch Caruso's eyes go to it and stay there and his breathing change pattern and I think: she knew exactly what or

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

"Do you know any other stories about wolves that I might like?" "Oh, there are so many great ones!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Have you ever read 'The Call of the Wild' or 'White Fang' by Jack London? They're both classics about the wilds of Alaska and the life of a wolf. Or 'Never Cry Wolf' by Farley Mowat - it's a nonfiction book about a biologist who studies wolves in the Canadian Arctic.” “Calm down!” I laughed. “You know a lot. What are you? A beta wolf?” I joked and Lauren laughed.

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."