Courtney Dead End: Paranormal Park Novels & Stories

It didn't stop the shaking in my hands and soon my shortness of breath forced me to sit. Wobbling to the freshly made bed, I sat at the end and pulled at my hair. Deshawn seemed out of it. He had only three minutes now until Death came and I could feel the paranormal presence looming over my home. Dad hadn't come back yet and even if he had, I wouldn't have known. It seemed that I had passed out for hours, lost in Deshawn's eyes. Deshawn finally sat next to me, his leg bounced up and down and he wouldn't stop clicking his fingers into place. Click, click, click. My head throbbed.

"There was a kind philanthropist who sponsored my tuition. I think there's a good chance it was Jeff." "Why did he do that?" "I don't know. That's all I can find out." After leaving Cathy's, Kourtney locked herself in her room. jeff was also driven away. Kourtney repeatedly stared at the small box, she really couldn't see anything special about it. These things were getting more and more bizarre and she couldn't find a clue. Who killed her mom? Was it just an accidental car crash?

Then, the three of them left together. Kyra bought a bouquet of flowers, then led Wilbur and Tina to her mother's grave and placed the flowers there. She cried in front of her mother's grave and talked about her dissatisfaction. Kyra invited Wilbur and Tina to a banquet after they returned, which they gladly attended. After returning to Tina's place at night, Wilbur continued staying in the attic. He closed the door and took out the custom phone for the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense to contact his handler, Beverly Torres.

Bryan and Lance left, leaving a leveled ground and Cynthia's body inside it. Cynthia's spirit was hovering over her grave while feeling her bond with the world slip. Her memories started to slip, as her spirit was called back to the after life. Despite the pull, Cynthia couldn't leave without looking at her daughter one last time. As she remembered Aria, her spirit was pulled to the rooftop where Aria was standing near the pool. When Cynthia appeared there, she saw in horror that a man was standing behind Aria and was about to push her into the pool.

I blended into the shadows of the alley behind Jules n’ blues as Quinn Parker and Fiona Declan took a seat at a table in the bar. The blond-haired beauty eyed the redhead with a certain wariness in her expression. I tapped the right side of my head, tuning into their conversation. It didn't matter that they were far away. A mere human couldn’t eavesdrop from a distance such as this, but for we supernaturals? Easy peasy. “What was that about?” Quinn started without preamble, ignoring the giant glass of lemonade before her. “It sounded urgent.” Fiona leaned into her, her eyes wide and shimmering. “We uncovered the trails of the money. Turns out they were buried under numerous paper companies!”

My wolf slowly climbs to the surface, and a voice more frightening than any I have ever heard says, “I am giving you five seconds to put that gun down, or I swear Ben will wake up an orphan.” Courtney has a sadistic grin on her face when she says, “That’s fine. Five seconds is all I need.” Then she pulls the trigger.

he said and they all left the room . They were now sitting in the car in an awkerd silence while Jeffery was driving them to some anonymous place .Damon and Cynthia were on the backseat Damon was mad at Cynthia and was trying to avid talking at he was going to make matters worst .Cynthia was avoiding talking to him too . Suddenlty Cynthia's phone rang it was from Davina . " Hey Cynthia where are you ?" asked Dvaina on the call . " Got to figure out a lot will be back in days ....we need to put our ghost hunting on hold for sometime just stay away from the hall .Don't let anyone even wander near that corridor ." said Cynthia and hung up .

I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to it twice. A woman named Courtney Hart. Shot inside a private residence on the east side. Connected to whatever happened last night between Kael, Nyla and Harlow. Theo didn't have all the details but he had enough and what he had was enough to make me sit there in the early morning and stare at the floor for a long time.

Victoria Courtney had flown all the way from the Pentagon, following a certain procedure that required her to assess the aftermath of the battle in Atlanta before she could confirm to the world that they indeed were safe from anymore extraterrestrial threats. Rachel hugged Damon Drake, having known that he was the last person to have seen Carol alive when she had come to ask for his help and Damon had suited up as Spartan. Damon had cast what was left of Carol inside her coffin—a pink charred piece of fabric with the Pink Projectile's lightning bolt emblem. His heart felt as heavy as Natasha's. At the end of the procession, the cemetery was nearly deserted, save for a few people like Nick. H

"This doesn't mean anything but that they can't get to us as quickly as they would like. They most likely need the full moon to leave that plane. Everything is okay. Breathe." Kerry's wolf began to pace and run circles of confusion. "What are we going to do now, Cynthia? How do you kill someone that is already dead?" Cynthia stepped back and gestured toward the door, away from the bird and its glowing red eyes. It shifted a few more times, different voices pouring out of it like a broken record. Cynthia shut the door and walked Kerry outside to the front porch, away from the lyrebird's ears. "We send them to Hell, Kerry."