Chasing Lincoln's Killer Novels & Stories

Flint was getting antsy too, and I couldn't blame him. Lincoln slammed the car in park, and we both jumped out, looking around before we rushed into the forest that lined the backside of the parking lot. Our shoes, thudding the wet asphalt as we ran. "We shift when we're just outside the perimeter. I will head in first, have the other stay on the outskirts. I want them ready to catch the hunters trying to flee. Lincoln nodded. "I know this isn't the right time and all, but I'm excited to see you in action." I laughed at him.

For the first time since they had seen him, he looked… unsettled. Just for a second. The system pulsed red brighter. Another line. SYSTEM QUERY: IS GRANDFATHER SAFE Elara held her breath. Chloe’s lips trembled. And the answer came. ANSWER: NO Her father stepped back slightly. Only one step. But Elara saw it. The system continued. SYSTEM QUERY: WHY This time, Chloe’s face changed. Her expression shifted. Her brows pulled tight. Her lips moved faster now. Like she was scared. Like she was remembering something.

Both men wore expressions that made anxiety spike in my chest. "We need to talk." Dante locked the bookstore door and flipped the closed sign. "Somewhere private." We went to my apartment upstairs. The space felt smaller with three people and the weight of whatever news Dante carried. "I have been investigating who might want to target you." Dante sat across from me. "And I noticed something that is disturbing." I crossed my hand around myself. "What?" "Your parents' death was not a simple rogue attack." His voice was careful. "There are inconsistencies in the official report."

Her eyes were open but unseeing. “Ariella, hey,” he tapped on her face and when he got no response, he reached for her beach to check her pulse. His hand was shaking and his heart stopped beating when he could not find a pulse. “Drive faster, now!” Kelvin thundered as he slammed his hand on the back of the driver's seat. Sounds of gunshot filled the air as the people from the two cars who were still pursuing them began to fire at them but the car was bulletproof, Kelvin was not scared of a bullet piercing through and killing any of them.

Silas uttered with a low tone. “It's late. By the way, what do you expect from a sparsely populated area?” I spoke. “Hmm,” he expressed Suddenly, someone came out of the adjacent direction and fired a bullet into the air. Silas reduced the speed of the car and approached him gently. Who could that be?! As we drew close, with the car headlights shining on the person; we recognized him. I and Silas exchanged glances before yelling. “It is the criminal!” I called the manager of Daisy Club and requested that his security guards should follow after us. I also informed him that the criminal we are searching for is blocking our path.

"Delete all those pictures, don't leave any behind." Chase laughs again and makes me even more sick of him. I'm convinced that he's set up me. So, last night's meeting wasn't accidental, but he had planned it and wanted to destroy me. "You set me up, didn't you?" I asked with what was left of my patience after this whole morning. I'd had so much bad luck, and now Chase was adding new problems for me. "Now you're accusing me of setting you up, Grace. Wasn't it you who asked me for company last night? You were even willing to pay whatever it took."

"They didn't tell us about Shirley Moore's report. They said she was only a passerby who saw Ariz before she disappeared! Damn those police bastards!" "That's the reason why we're doing this." Lian said. "The police won't give us any detailed information. That's a standard procedure... But I have bad news for you guys." "What is it, boy?" Ranka asked. He really was starting to get nervous. If he has a heart ailment, perhaps he would already be having his trip to the hospital. "Guys, Shirley Moore is...dead."

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

Not that I planned to ask, because I wasn't sure I would like the answer. "A burglar..." Aiden's tone was incredulous, which in hindsight, made a lot of sense. Our mansion had the best security money could buy, and anyone trying to break in would need some real skills to manage such a feat. Aideris eyes flicked down to the weapon in my hand. "And you were planning to attack this burglar with a remote control? I didn't miss the mockery in his words and flinched. My fingers tightened around the remote and I stared at it, wondering if it was possible to die from mortification.

Please do not say no to me. Just as if Mr. Lincoln knew, Vivian was going to say no to him. Not that she was saying he shouldn't send his driver to fetch her, all she was saying was that they needed to play safe. Actually, she needed to play safe, just her. A man like Mr. Lincoln was just as powerful as Easton Landers. He had nothing to lose, unlike Vivian. "Your driver can't come over to my place to pick me up, it might look suspicious if my boyfriend finds him here."