Clare Mackintosh Books Novels & Stories

Catherine knelt in the center of the space, her traveling case discarded nearby like evidence of journey interrupted, her dark hair disheveled but her spine straight despite the four wolves that circled her with predatory patience. Murdoch himself stood at the clearing's edge, his human form radiating the kind of casual authority that came from never doubting his ability to control whatever situation he encountered. Pale eyes fixed on me as I emerged from the underbrush, and his smile held satisfaction that made something violent unfurl in my chest. "Kieran MacAllister," he said, his voice carrying the particular accent that marked him as highland bred. "So good of you to join us. I was begi

“do not read your own book—you might not like how it ends.” Glancing further up the case, the letter ‘G’ was carved in deeply. I scanned the books with my eyes and found myself reading the names that were painted on the spines of the books. Glenda Macon, Gregory Marsh, Gwyn Masters… Each book had a name embroidered on the spine. The books were all black, with names in a flat white. Very few books actually looked different from the others. The one named, Glenda Macon, had a rose with thorns dancing along the cover. I even noticed one that was a shade of slate grey.

I would unload it all on Ruthie later. "No, I've got Mr. Mac." That's what we called him; his last name was actually Macintosh. He was Scottish, with the cool accent and everything. I loved to hear him read out loud. And he happened to be pretty good-looking, for a teacher. Girls were known to stare at him throughout the entire class, especially when he read Shakespeare. He gave off a young Ewan McGregor vibe. Sometimes, he got pretty frustrated because he had to repeat himself all the time. Personally, I thought it was entertaining.

Although Zenith deserved to die, he decided to let it go after he told him this information. Kiran drove back to Marina Breeze Court and went upstairs. Once he found the ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’ that poisoned Margaret and Marshall yesterday. He flipped to the print number at the back to see that it ended with a seven. Margaret gave him the No. 7 book of the first edition. Mr. Simmons’s book was No. 57 of the fifth edition. Kiran looked at the two books and was at a loss. There were so many books ending in seven. How could he find all of them?

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

He cleared his throat and handed me over a book. I took it from him. It was big, seemed ancient, and covered with old golden lines in the shape of a spider. I held it and looked up at him. He frowned and faced me once more. “I want you to read that book, all of it, after I’m gone.’ I swallowed, looked at the book, and nodded. “You are the princess of the Mackenzie Clan, the realms. You must always know the rules and know your place. You will get married and be my heir.’

Alexander "When did the Mackenzies and Winona start working together?" Percival asked, casually crossing his arms and strolling around. The floor groaned beneath him, and I could feel the weight of the place settling deeper into decay. Patrick always found it strange to write letters to people who would eventually betray everyone. The floor was littered with debris from fallen ceiling pieces, and the whole place was decaying from water damage and animal activity. It’s wild that I still remember sitting at this table, raising a glass to Patrick’s friendship.

But since she’s a literature prodigy, its chump change to her. At least one person had the courage to come and talk to me. His name was Isaac McGowan, and he was such a refreshing sight! Yes, he was from the MacGowan clan of Scotland and disgustingly well off, but he did not feel the need to suck up to me or try to impress me with his stories or wealth. I suppose it helps a lot that he was flat out gay. Ah, I am a homosexual magnet and I love it!

Claire had saved me from him, and now he’d taken Claire? Panic twisted in my gut. I had no right to panic. Not after what I did. Not after the lies I held in her hands for months and never once confessed. Not until I was exposed. Still, I was out the door in seconds. --- Mack’s estate sat like a secret whispered into the hills—vast, secluded, and untouched by the noise of the outside world. Gated by towering wrought-iron and nestled behind miles of tree-lined drive, it exuded the kind of quiet wealth that didn’t need to be shown off.