Debra Webb Books Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

“Yes, he was always talking about how he was amazed by your business and how you should be able to grow it easier without relying on me and my business. I guess this is his way of helping.” Okay, I think I can live with that. It would be helping a lot of women across the country. Maybe I could do something for men as well who suffer domestic abuse, or mental health issues. “It doesn’t say how much. I know it won’t be a lot. Plus, it says something about shares in Seductive Vibration?” There is a lot in this that makes no sense at all.

Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls. Before Karen left, she had told them the reason why she wouldn’t be punishing Elinda and thet Ana girl was because the punishments won’t bow any fruits. Whst she wanted was her parent’s and kids, nothing else. They were hoping they would find a way of bringing their spirits back to life and maybe that way, Karen would get to come back.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Vlora muttered under her breath. "Yes, Gryla asked me to find that book and please don't ask about me being stealing the book..." Debrah exhaled the air out of her mouth. "Anyways, are my cousins back?" asked the newcomer. "They won't be back anytime soon, Debrah. It'sss just me looking after everything until my sister in law sits on the throne." "Now a mortal will sit on the throne? Us wolves are dead?" Debrah raised both of her eyebrows in astonishment.

He was embarrassed to find himself constantly losing his train of thought, distracted by her large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as she crossed and re-crossed her long, stockinged legs. She let him talk about his weakness, how Debra made him do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate him. Before he knew it, she was paraphrasing his story back to him, explaining to him how weak he was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making him stare at her breasts until he was so horny she could do anything she wanted with him. Debra knew that he could not keep his eyes off a pair of larg

Deborah stretched “Besides, I wasn’t just doing research to help freshmen study. I have a special request to fulfill.” “Did she ask for something again?” Dawn asked, her big green eyes widening with curiosity and fascination as she asked about the Goddess. With a smile, Deborah just nodded. In the first few months after her escape, she had also been a little dazzled by the fact there was a Goddess speaking in her mind. She would often interrupt her day to bow, give exaggerated thanks and even get flustered with her own thoughts, as if it were heresy for an impure mind like hers to be the new home of the Moon Goddess.

I can touch it, but I can never breathe life into it. And now, there is another person with us, and I can not even touch his stone of a heart, because suddenly, there seems to be walls surrounding him. No, they are not mere walls. They are forts. Tall, solid ones that not even armies can bust through. The reason is the person. The intruder. Debra Van Winter. I know her, I have seen her countless times at the events I attended with Dad. Not to mention on TV. She’s the second half of the Van Winter power couple, Senator Brian Van Winter’s wife and a kickass woman.

Chapter 5 The image of Emma Moore after the gala is flawless. The compliments from her colleagues come swiftly. Some look at her with a mix of admiration and respect; others, more timid, try to approach her. Emma smiles, accepts the compliments with a slight blush and calculated humility, fully aware of her role perfectly executed. Inside, she feels a cold satisfaction. Finally, they see her as she wanted: an efficient and trustworthy secretary, someone who has managed to stand out without drawing too much attention.