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My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

I scoffed as I handed over the documents to him. Aaron's eyes glint with greed as he snatched the folder from my hand flipping through the pages, "Good job, Elaira. You have no idea how big this is for me." I clenched my fists as I looked at Aaron ready to hear the name of the culprit, "Now tell me who murdered my mother?" "Edrick Bennet killed your mother," Aaron said sternly, and in that moment, it felt as if lightning had struck me.

My voice was steady as I continued, "But before that, I have something I need to show you." Leon looked up, his gaze locking onto me. He still wore that mask of devastating grief, but I noticed his fingers twitch and curl inward. Sophie shrieked, "What's left to see? The evidence is right there! You're the killer!" I ignored her completely. Instead, I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and opened a file. "Officers, my husband asked me to deliver medicine to Grandma yesterday. But before I went to her house, I took that bottle to a pharmacy and then straight to a hospital."

Alice meddled and asked impatiently. "The individual she hired, Nick Baker, has a criminal history. He was found guilty of the murder of Sophie Kingston's ex-husband, Clay Gilbert."

' Alexa said and her mother nodded. 'I agree with you, Alexa', she said. 'Lyncan Spark was murdered and not long afterwards, when Camellia was about to reveal her boss - in -crime, she is also murdered. Who knows who the next victim and will be. If the Lyncan king's manor is not safe for it's inhabitants, then how can the packs believe in their king to protect them?' Mildred said and Hector felt drained. 'How do we go about catching this murderer? Hector asked. This was turning out to be a true test of his ability as a Lyncan king.

“I talked with him and he kept on repeating that he didn’t do anything. Except that, he isn’t ready to speak.” “It’s really twisted!” She rolled her eyes dramatically and he chuckled once again, leaning close to peck her lips. She smiled at him as he pulled away. “Aren’t there CCTV cameras?” “They aren’t working.” “What was Magnus doing in his house?” “He’s a delivery boy.” “Didn’t someone witness it?” “The officer lived alone. He was divorced because his wife thought he killed their only child and her brother took him away.” “What does her brother do?” “Um… he’s a psychic.”

The hacker would come for him. Mark would disappear into a black bag, and I would never have to look at his face again. It was tempting. It was so incredibly tempting to let a monster eat a monster. But then, my hand froze. No, I thought, pulling my hand back from the keyboard. He is my prey and my prey alone. If Adrian kills him, it would be quick and would be messy. Mark would die thinking he was just unlucky, a victim of a bad deal. He wouldn't know it was me. He wouldn't know that Elara Vance had come back from the dead to strip him of everything he loved.

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.