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Damien made his way to the door stopping when he felt her following behind him. “I almost forgot. I brought you something”, Damien placed the delicate, worn down leather book into her small hand – lingering only a moment as his fingers caught the ends of hers. “No, I can’t accept a gift”, her head shook violently from side to side, shocked he was giving her something. “It’s more like a token”, he smirked, unwilling to have her return the book. “It was my mothers and I want you to have it” Andrea watched him carefully, the curiosity behind her piercing eyes, made him want to touch her again. He clenched his hand and turned away, towards the exit. He wanted to escape now the gift was in her po

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

He searched for any-any single clue that can prove that Professor Sapphire (the old shit) is the real suspect. The old shelves of myth books, bocote wood's smell, it's fragrance is quite good but by the time the shelves seem too dark... These books are about the legend-the king, who conquered the world alone. The cover of these old books is still too hard, it's ragged from some sides and it's edges are faded, the title of this book is pretty interesting... "Kneel before I kill." When he was trying to look around his table, VC came in and asked, "You're not satisfied yet officer, aren't you?" 'I don't want any interruption by you old shit, don't try to mess up my investigation!' He said it ou

If he need to find who this master blaster, he must meet Allen first. Solyn was pacing when Calian returned. “Did you find something?” she said immediately. “Yes.” Calian nodded slowly. Her eyes lit with desperate hope. “Eda.” “Not her, exactly but I found who killed her,” Calian corrected. “I will trace him down.” She stiffened. “Who is this killer?” “Allen Cook,” he said. “Released six months ago. Escalating. Intelligent. And obsessed.” “With me,” she whispered. “With you,” Calian replied.

Louisa muttered slowly once again. Henry, who heard this slowly, suddenly opened his eyes. Staring at Louisa with confused eyes and still in a sleepy state. "Time for what, Babe?" Henry muttered. "The time for George Tomkins' downfall begins." Louisa smiled lopsidedly. *** LATEST INFO! THE KILLER OF JANE MILLER HAS BEEN KNOWN!! IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE THAT THE WOMAN KILLER WAS GEORGE TOMKINS. THE UNCLE OF LOUISA TOMKINS, OWNER OF LONDON'S BIGGEST BOOK COMPANY, TOMKINS HOUSE.

I could barely see. Suddenly, a black, armored SUV pulled in front of me, blocking my path. I slammed on the brakes. The truck skidded in the rain, nearly hitting the guardrail. The SUV door opened. A tall figure emerged. Even through the rain and my own pain, I could feel the raw power rolling off him in waves. Kael. The Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack, the most powerful pack in North America. He walked to my window and tapped on the glass. I rolled it down. Rain lashed my face.

Killian: “There is a woman, her name is Eleanor, a few miles out of the city.” Viktor said, showing me a picture of the case. The empty landscape showed a barn and a house in the middle of. Three horses seemed to be tied up on one of the stable fields, and though big, it seemed empty and was only filled with cattle. “They don’t seem to have a picture of her, but they say that she killed her step father. She is on the run and they are trying to find her.”

1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t