Cranford Novels & Stories

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it). I slide my feet off the desk, stand, set the journal down and start going through the rest of the box’s contents, mind whirling. The storm depicted in the journal’s last story was the one which ruined Arcane Delights. Four people did die that night in the flooded NYSEG center on Barstow Road, though their names escape me at the moment.

Micah Cutting someone’s throat is not as easy as it looks. Your blade needs to be honed to a dangerously sharp level, and you need a steady hand. I don’t usually use this tool to kill my marks, but in this situation, I feel that it’s apropos because the man I’m going to kill is the scum of the earth. Edward Hansen III owns a farm in a rural area near Scarsdale’s town in Westchester County, New York. It just so happens that my mother lives a mere six miles away. Too close for comfort, considering that instead of horses in the man’s barn, he uses children for his own sexual deprivation. The Confradia received a tip from one of Hansen’s disgruntled mistresses regarding the farm days ago. The wo

She noticed a cat jump out of the nearest dumpster when it sensed her presence, Champagne raised her fist and knocked on the wooden door. She looked around this place and sighed, she knew that she had no right to judge but the only comforting thing in this area was the road that passed through the silent. "Shut up " there was a scream from the house across the street and a glass bottle was thrown out crashing in to pieces by the road side. Champagne felt a chill rush through her veins just as the door opened. " What is it that you really love about this place ?" She asking Samantha while forcing her way in.

ZION We were sitting in the local library trying to figure out the best chemistry project to do for the science fair. Since the school was so small, they didn't have a library so we had to use the one in town. Not many people came to the place though, only a few seats were taken with students who finished school about an hour ago. An old lady sat behind the counter at the entrance. Her head buried into a book and not paying attention to the people around her. The only time she picked up her head was when someone spoke above a whisper, shooting them a deadly glare before returning to her book.

“I drove and just kept driving. I can’t tell you what I don’t know Abigail.” “Just come home, please?” “I can’t. I need time to think. I promise you I am alright, and I'll talk to you in a few days.” I hung up as I heard noises in the background. I got back on the road and continued to drive. I ended up finding a little town almost in the middle of nowhere with a small bed and breakfast. I checked in and booked a room for the week. I headed out to check out the town. I heard about a peaceful trail walk that took you to a small stream and waterfall. I was given a map and went on my way.

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.

Aiden gave a small smile, “Liam was my patient for years okay?we also share a bond even if not like his and aurora” By the mention of aurora, Malcolm’s mood changed again. Why was she acting so nonchalant about him? “What are you thinking about?” Aiden asked when he noticed the conflicted look on his face. “Do you have a minute?” “Sure” Aiden answered. After paying their respects to Liam, the two of them walked out of the cemetery. Lucky enough, they was a small coffee shop at the side of the road and they sauntered into the shop. “Welcome” the barista greeted politely as she walked up to their table, “what would you like to have?”

They could also wear bracelets and medallions, depending on their status. As I descended the stairs, my mother’s mind projected her instructions from the kitchen. “Stay away from the Drock today!” I sighed. I had heard this so many times before. The Drock was a line of buildings on the border between the city and the garden fields. In these premises, a potent hallucinogenic concoction called Drax was sold. Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock.