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It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

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Copyright ©️ 2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ Hey guys, thanks for giving so much love and support for my book Psycho Mafia season 1. So my lovelies, I welcome you all to the second season of Psycho Mafia 2. Just like the first season, this book is full of drama, action, romance and thriller. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

“That book! That one right there. Did you touch it with your filthy, undeserving hands? If you did, you’ll be staying here longer to repent for the crime.” My eyes widen at his assertive threat. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I knew I just couldn’t. It was then I looked to my right to see the thick book. Of course, I had looked. I gleamed several pages of torment the sun’s bastard endured before I heard his footsteps. Of course, I put it exactly back in its place before taking my position where I originally was. But in that moment, I eyed the book as if it was the first time I had ever seen it. “Oh, I didn’t know you left that here. What is it?”

The bookstore, once a haven of tranquility, had become the epicenter of a chilling mystery, and I was now on a relentless quest for answers. * I sat alone at the bar of the bookstore, the dim light casting long shadows on the shelves of books. I reached for my phone and dialed Clive’s number, needing a ride home. He reassured me that he was on his way. As I waited on the stool, a sudden vision washed over me. I found myself submerged in water, a relentless force pulling me deeper. Panic set in as I struggled against the mysterious figure determined to drown me. I strained to see the person’s face, only catching glimpses of dark hair and striking green doe eyes. Despite the fear, an inexplica

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

“How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So you failed,” I stand up feeling happy with myself hearing him groan. I’ll start him off slow. Picking up a book I hand it to him. “So, it’s romance, and smut but also a psychological thriller,” I explain as he takes the book. “It’s a good starting one, the smut isn’t drastic, no alien with two cock,” I wink and he laughs. “What is this one about then?” he asks.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley