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I smiled, told her no, hung up, and blocked the new number. Even my coworkers were running out of things to say. "How many times has she called this month?" "She made her choice. Now she gets to live with it." I just smiled. There wasn't much left to say. Life went on. Eventually, Opaline Corp couldn't stay afloat. The company went bankrupt, paid out damages, and sank under a mountain of debt. The day the court froze Wendy's assets, she came looking for me at my office.

BEEF with Broccoli was the free meal for her that dinner. According to Malou, Mama Loida personally cooked dinner for that night because her son was supposed to go home. As always, Jenny's answers to Malou remained straightforward. Although the woman is kind, she is just like that, shy and quiet. She did remember, when she was in college, she was often teased by a particular person that recently became her best friend at a private university where she attended her first year of college, Ara.

She turned her head left and right, attempting to trace the sound, but this only resulted in strengthening her headache. "You should take it easy, sweet girl; you don't want to hurt that pretty face you got there!" The voice was deep but smooth, and it made the hair on Consuela's neck stand to attention. "Who's there?" Consuela's voice croaked as she shouted. "Well, well, well. Our little Jumbie Queen sounds so afraid. Tsk tsk tsk. Now we can't have that, can we ladies?" A shrill collection of cackles cascaded the air, and this prompted Consuela to jump to her feet and run. The surrounding trees swayed as the spirits of the giggling voices playfully trample through the air Consuela knew thes

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

“Let’s check the previous writings of Ness and then start writing about the camping.” “Okay,” he said and they started to read the previous posts. ### Two hours have passed since the post about camping in the jungle on social media. Becca was in the library, trying to find books on the vampires, but surprisingly she found no interesting and informative books on the subject. Almost as if someone checked out all the vampire-related books at once. Becca chuckled at that thought. After all, why would someone take all the vampire-related books at once? While looking for books, her cell-phone rang all of a sudden. She pulled it out of the pocket of her jeans and looked at the caller ID.

Harper lay on the ruined four-poster bed, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her legs were still spread, pussy visibly throbbing and leaking from the relentless ghostly attention she had already received. She let out a weak, hoarse laugh. “You three… are going to kill me. Death by orgasm. I can see the headline now: ‘Skeptical Girl Fucked to Death by Victorian Ghosts. Science Still Has No Explanation.’” Elias hovered above her, his handsome face glowing with dark hunger. “We’re not done with you yet, Harper. Not even close.”

It also indicated that we were after the right guy. There was a wall filled with newspaper clippings of what happened seventy years ago, from both human journals and journals written by the supernatural committees. There was a lot of rotten food in the fridge and the plants were dead. The rot and death could not be explained because the electricity was up. The food in the fridge looked like it was stored there already rotten. I began to question the mental state of the hunter that was living there. " Clearsand!" Jasper called out from another room. I went to see why he was calling and what I saw shook me.

With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand. I eagerly flipped open the pages and came across the introduction penned by the author. It read, "In this book, we have compiled all the authenticated information about Cerberus the Reaper and his Minions." As I delved further into the pages, I stumbled upon a passage that increased my interest - it detailed a ritual involving the creation of a salt circle, triggering a flashback of a night from my past. Intrigued, I decided to start from the beginning, where a warning greeted me: "If you are faint-hearted, do not proceed. This is not your typical fantasy."

I needed to sleep even if it was just a few hours. I walked into the hall, I stopped at my bed. My thin, flat bed on the cold floor was soaked with water and oil and it was dripping. I stood there, my mouth dry and blinked hard, hoping I was seeing wrong. The sharp smell of the oil hit my nose, making me feel sick. My pillow was wet too. “Who did this?” I said, my voice shaking. I looked around the big Omega lair. There were over twenty of us, all scattered around, doing one thing or the other.

Just drained for some odd reason to the point of passing out at my door. Standing upright, I rolled my eyes to nowhere, wondering why I was talking to an unconscious stranger man on my bed. I should report him to the authorities or at least let the building staff know an outsider made his way up here. I was about to do just that but I contemplated. For what reason, I couldn't tell. I took my laptop to the dining area and made myself a chamomile tea before trying again to write something. He smelled of musky leather with a faint scent of earth. I opened my eyes just in time to see the gray wolf shifting into the most beautiful man I have ever seen.