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What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.

Pearl yells at the closed door and Gwen giggles. Slowly the other women file in. I load up a bowl of potato soup that Julie brought. She even fried up some bacon to sprinkle on top and I think I've died and gone to Heaven. Gwen's new recipe for spinach dip feels like an orgasm in my mouth and I decide to ask Ev to do every book club with me forever, if only for the snacks. I listen as they talk about the book. We're on the downward swing of it now, the main conflict resolved with only the aftermath of the battle left to go through. It's a more emotional part of the story and I'm surprised Pearl even read it.

her eyes widened, waiting for me to continue, “My grandfather kept everything she’d left behind there in this black trunk. I knew the story and figured there might be something helpful inside. I’d heard of it, but never in a million years did I think she’d have the actual book.” “Were there other demons to choose from inside?” Lilliana’s question forced a smile upon my face as I thought back to the day I’d found that book. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but it was as if the book was speaking to me. I’d wheeled myself to the storage room after another failed suicide attempt. “Don’t you dare fucking do this to me again,” Cade growled in my head, “Roll your ass back to the room.”

Magnolia had worn it first. Savannah read the short article in a daze. Magnolia had vanished without a trace during her engagement to Colton Briggs. Declared legally dead after months of fruitless searching. The room felt colder now. The walls closer. She folded the clipping and tucked it into her blazer pocket, her fingers trembling slightly. She had no answers—only the growing certainty that she was stepping into someone else’s ghost story. When she turned to put the books back on the shelf, she noticed something even more disturbing. On the spine of the book that had originally fallen—The Art of Possession—was a tiny smudge of dried red. Not ink. Not paint. Blood?

He also forced me to get on my knees in repentance every year during the week of Mom's death anniversary. It just happened to be the first day of that very week when the drug dealers broke into the cemetery. Zack's phone suddenly rang at that moment. "Zack! Come to the police station as fast as you can!" … It was already night time by the time Zack rushed to the police station. "Another case?" he asked, turning to look at Officer Wright, captain of the homicide unit. "Take a look yourself," Officer Wright replied with a sombre look. Zack opened up the black plastic bag placed on the autopsy table. The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily.

The crime scene was processed with the usual efficiency, but Casie felt the weight of the note in her pocket like a stone. As she and Rick drove to meet the Captain, she stared out the window, mind racing through possibilities. The symbols, the wounds, that ancient script—all pointed to something far beyond their department's usual homicides. "You're quiet," Rick observed, navigating through morning traffic. "More quiet than usual, I mean." "Just processing," she replied, the half-truth coming naturally after years of hiding her true nature. "These kills are escalating. The first two were found in abandoned buildings, but this one..."

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Every mask, every plan, and every ounce of fear I'd been holding onto shattered into pieces the second I saw those words. Alex's voice cut through the ringing in my ears. "Our investigation shows your sister, Sharon, was part of a hiking group three years ago. It was the same trail, the same five people. She went missing during that trip and was never found. Don't you think that's a little too much of a coincidence?" "Aaahhh!" The scream ripped out of my throat, sharp and broken, almost inhuman. I shot up from my chair and lunged across the table for the evidence bag containing the photo.