Cheshire Home Invasion Novels & Stories

I quickly take some pictures and send them to Mom. “Shit. How did someone break in? This is still fresh. They had to know what time she’d be home.” “It’s definitely a targeted attack. You think we need to relocate her?” “I don’t see how there’s another option at least until the house is cleaned. I can’t see it being ready for several hours.” “Damn. Who would do something like this?” I feel rage inside of me. I catch a faint scent of citrus and quickly make my way into another room. Vanilla. That only means one thing.

He’s good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew has kidnapped and assaulted Cheska. I glance at my watch. 10 AM. It’s been more than 24 hours since I stepped my foot in this goddamn place. I look like shit, my hands aching to be released from this handcuff. Footsteps coming into the room draws my attention, and an officer finally comes over and releases the handcuff around my wrists. “We’ve found the house, but she’s nowhere to be found. Someone else has broken into it and took her.” That sentence makes me alert as I immediately stand up. My pulse quickens, and I feel something burning inside my chest again as the rage awakens.

Friday. Chevy Chase, MD. "WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE did they go?" Samuel pounded his fist on the dash. Everything had gone perfectly. They'd arrived, spent an hour confirming their information about the property, then it was go time. By all accounts they should have taken the family unaware and with no security presence to speak of inside the home. Now Samuel was down at least four men. Six hadn't made it back to the vehicles before they'd left to try following the targets.

I’m of the opinion that she escaped to finish what she started, but I hope to high heavens that she’s caught before she even thinks of doing so. “Yeah. I don’t think that she’s likely to ride off into the sunset never to be found again. Actually, she may have started trying to get her revenge. Not long ago, my landlord called me to tell me that someone broke into my house and thrashed the place. I’m just thankful that I wasn’t around when that happened, otherwise, I will probably be six feet under by now.” “What the hell? Are you serious?” “Yes. I have no doubt that it’s Charlotte’s work, because I live in a very peaceful area, and nothing like that’s ever happened there before, plus there w

“We have a shorthand, anything one is fine, anytime one is in trouble. You make a fist, then you release.” “Okay, I will use my credentials to get the camera footage of all the cameras in here. Someone must have gotten it.” “Then if she is right?” Renee asks “Then we are looking at a possible home invasion.” “Oh my God.” Cynthia held her tummy, “Greta is in there with her babies.” “Did you notice, Thea Moore isn't here today.” “So if everything doesn't go as planned, she can disappear, escape before we figure out what she has done.” I said.

"Someone reported illicit sexual activities occurring here." "Hey, you there. Let them know it was me who bought your services last night!" Jeanna declared, her face reddening with determination. In modern times, being seen as the buyer rather than the seller was far preferable. "You hiring me? Ha! Officers, I'm the owner of this club and the rightful second heir of the Cheshire family. Do you really think a woman could hire me?" The officers exchanged puzzled looks, realizing they were confronting Sean, the infamous second Cheshire heir.

I couldn't trust James to be our first line of rescue, especially since in my previous life, he had returned too late, causing my mother to miss the critical treatment window and die. After hanging up, my heart sank. Recent heavy snowfall had blocked the roads, and our hillside estate was quite a distance from the nearest police station. I dreaded to imagine what might happen before the police arrived... "BANG!" A violent crash shook the door. I instinctively pressed my body against the wardrobe as fear rushed through me. Just then, Marianne's call to James connected. "James, come home quickly, there are... there are intruders in the house!" Marianne's voice broke with tears.

Joseph did not want to disturb Chloe's rest by returning to Oceanic Residence at such a late hour and instead opted to head straight to Fairlight and endure the few hours before the morning meeting. Chloe woke up and felt the emptiness beside her. It was cold. Confused, she wondered how early Joseph had left. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she ventured out of the bedroom and was greeted by an empty living room. She froze on the spot and after a brief moment of confusion, she hurriedly called Joseph. "Someone broke into my house! They've stolen everything in the living room!" "...I had someone take your belongings to the villa." "What?" Chloe's voice suddenly grew louder. "Why? Why did you make tha

Then, she threatened Stuart with her clenched fist, "You want a taste of this? I'll fulfill your wish." In the living room, Stuart and Dylan began crying out for help. Their cries were so loud that they could even be heard over a distance from the house. Half an hour later, someone called the police station to make a report. A dispatcher answered the call, "Hi. The Chesters? Three people? Alright, noted." The dispatcher rose after hanging up. He announced to his colleagues, "Stuart and Dylan Chester ran into the rowdies again. This time, three people broke into the house and beat them up."

It’s a number I don’t recognize. I answer. “Hello?” “Miss Williams?” It’s an older man’s voice, vaguely familiar. “This is Mr. Henderson, your neighbor.” I blink. Mr. Henderson? “Yes?” I say cautiously. There’s a heavy pause. Then… “You need to come home. Your apartment… it’s been broken into.” My stomach drops. “What?” “I don’t know who did it, but it’s bad,” he says grimly. “The door was kicked in and your stuff is everywhere… I figured you should know.”