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When the bodies of two girls are found torn apart in the town of Smiths Hollow, Lauren is surprised, but she also expects that the police won't find the killer. After all, the year before her father's body was found with his heart missing, and since then everyone has moved on. Even her best friend, Miranda, has become more interested in boys than in spending time at the old ghost tree, the way they used to when they were kids. So when Lauren has a vision of a monster dragging the remains of the girls through the woods, she knows she can't just do nothing. Not like the rest of her town. But as she draws closer to answers, she realizes that the foundation of her seemingly normal town might be rotten at the center. And that if nobody else stands for the missing, she will.

Leona pierce was deeply obsessed with the colour black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. She was a heartless and detached artisan. The woman who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbled upon Tayson Huxley. Tayson Huxley is the hottest model and director of an art company. He is the man epitome of desire, arrogance and pure sex. When these two collide, the fuse is hatred, stubbornness, little ego games and undeniable chemistry that leads to something that none of them wants in their life. . . All rights are reserved to Copyright 2021 Amaya No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or any means without th written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, incidents, and locale are the produce of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or actual person, living or dead is purely a coincidence.

It's difficult to live a normal life when nobody else can see your 'friends' and everybody thinks you're a crazy man who speaks to himself. Wei is a lonely man with a special talent and an unexpected crave for sweets. After helping a stranger he finds himself saving people's lives together with a skeptical cop and they will have to join forces for a very important cause…

“Nate, don't you dare start with that nonsense too. I told you already, I don't care about those ridiculous traditions." Marcel responded irritably as she hopped into the copilot seat of her best friend's car, anxious to get as far away as possible from her home. “Hey, I've known you since you were four, so don't try and act all brave and mature. Tell me the truth, you're afraid aren't you?” “Humph! What's there to be scared of?...” “That Mike's ghost might come back to haunt you." The boy interrupted, carelessly blurting out his analysis, adding…“I just don't get it; everyone else knows his death wasn't your fault…” “I know it wasn't!” “Then why won't you pray for his safe journey into the afterlife? What if his soul is damn to roam the earth, wreaking havoc among the living or even disrupting the balance between the two worlds?” “Ahh! Don't be childish. There is no such thing as the afterlife; parents just use these pathetic excuses to trick their children into believing that our loved ones are better off. If that was the case, why don't we all join them… oh yeah, that's right, we can't commit suicide otherwise we'll go straight to hell. Grow up Nate! The spirit dies with the body.” Follow the journey of a young woman as she tries to keep her sanity when the world around her was quickly crumbling after one faithful night of honoring the dead. Will she be able to save the life of those closest to her? or will her soul be bound to an eternity of madness?

Part 1: Dante and Sienna - Revenge Part 2: Domenico and Sylvana - Retribution Part 3: Dario and Serena - Resentment Dante 'il Drago' Dragonetti ruled New York's underbelly with an iron fist. With his brothers, Domenico and Dario, ruling at his side as his most trusted men, the mafia family thrived in infamy - no one dared to cross them. Until they met their match in three pairs of blue eyes. Sienna, the bride given and used as a tool of revenge. Sylvana, the mafia boss with bad blood running deep into her family roots. Serena, the mafia heiress sent to spy and kill. Will the Dragonetti Beasts be tamed, or will they all crash and burn? **This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**

Canary Lienne is playful, skips classes and never serious in her studies. 'You only live once' is the title of the song she thought of as her motto to believe. Then with just one reservation at a café, she met Samuel. He is mature, silent and an adult. Samuel is her first crush. Isn't it great that they both like each other? As she grows up and faces independence, learns of things she never knew, will the bad little girl Cana remain? Or does Samuel's love and care make her the good girl she has always wanted to look up to? A warm cup of coffee in the summer and a slice of romance, a story of growing up, family, friendship, betrayal, bullying, coming out and the first struggles of teenagers. This is solely based on the experience of the author's teenage years with peers. Disclaimer: The names, characters, setting and scenes are fictional.

My name is Mark Thompson. Not long after I became a mortician, I came down with a strange condition. The moment I touch a corpse, I see their final memories play out before my eyes. It's not that I enjoy sticking my nose into other people's business. Those visions just force their way into my head. The first body my mentor ever had me restore belonged to a wealthy young man who'd been mangled in a car crash. The second I touched his shattered neck, I couldn't stop myself from saying something to the grieving family beside me. "His car didn't malfunction. The brake line was cut. "The cutters are still hidden beneath the spare tire in his wife's trunk." The crying stopped instantly, and everyone turned to stare at the woman who had been pretending to mourn. Two weeks later, she was arrested. She had hired someone to kill her husband and staged the murder as a traffic accident. After that, people from both sides of the law started lining up outside the funeral home in the middle of the night.

My husband, who was a drug enforcement police officer, personally got me into rehab. My son was cheering on the side, saying that he no longer had to see me under the influence for a long time. After I was discharged, I discovered my husband moved in with his lover and our son. I begged him to come back and told him that someone would kill me. He did not believe me. Instead, he said coldly, “If you die, you better end up in a trash can. Otherwise, I’d have to deal with your body.” My son cheered at the side. “Mommy is finally gone!” After a week, I was dismembered. My body parts were found in multiple trash cans. He was the police in charge of the case.

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT] Shaun got into sweet-turned-problematic relationships with beautiful women. One day, a woman named Ellen came and used him at her disposal that led to his downfall. Another girl came and helped him. Will he be able to recover? Will he be able to know what true love is? What happens when sex, love, and life were combined in chaos? Join Shaun on his journey of exciting experiences with the women in his life and the struggles within his heart and mind. If you like this story, a review; comment; or gifts will be greatly appreciated. The names of the characters are fictitious and don't pertain to real-life people. This contains sexual and explicit words so you've been warned. I don't own the cover. If you are the owner just inform me if you want to take it off. No copyright infringement intended. Thank you. #malelead #ml #intense #hot All rights reserved. (c) Sleeping Gluttony IG @sleepinggluttony Twitter @sleepingglutto1

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.