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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.

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.

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.

A whisper slithered up from the paper. Not from one page. Not from one stack. From the drift itself, hundreds of voices rising in overlapping accusations. “You left us,” they hissed. “You let them use us.” Words lifted off some of the pages, glowing faintly—snatches of sentences I recognized from old drafts. “—she woke up to find the world rewritten—” “—the house remembered every fight they’d ever had—” “—monsters love a girl who won’t stop apologizing—”