Fei Hargreeves Novels & Stories

They then sat right in front of Harvey. The inspector in the middle was a woman about twenty-five years old; she had short hair, with a beautiful face. She crossed her legs as she sat down, revealing black stockings that the two other inspectors couldn’t help but glance at. Harvey looked curiously at the woman. Judging from the situation, he expected to see the second-in-command of the police station. So, who was the woman in front of him? “Let me introduce myself.” The woman smiled at Harvey. “I am Rae Higgs. I belong to the Wolven Tribe, and I’m also Billie’s cousin. I’m the deputy inspector of the Outskirts New District Police Station.

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

But when I ask, “May I ask who you are and what you are here for?” He seems so nonchalant and shrugs before answering, “My name is detective Harrison, and I am here because a Robert Fedorov filed a missing persons report for his teenage daughter, Arabella Fedorov. He told me that he tracked her phone to this very place and then when he spoke with you, you acted suspicious.”

Beethoven’s Ninth filled the room. One of the detectives approached the TV to turn it off. “Don’t,” she said. The detective stopped in mid-stride. “I want to hear it.” She stood there, staring at Sergei, as his voice filled the room. His voice that had been alive only hours before. It was eerie. Grace circled the room once more. This time she kneeled. “We’ve already been over this room, detective,” the FBI agent said, impatient. She spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She reached down, far beneath one of the slick armchairs. She craned her neck and twisted her arm, and reached all the way under.

Maya voiced, picking more of the ripened, red fruit and placing it in the basket set between her and Harriet. Harriet smiled sweetly at Maya’s poise and grace “I used to work for British Intelligence, MI6. That’s how I met JT, my husband” her smile had turned sad at the thought “he was part of the CIA.” Harriet picked one last strawberry then placed her hands on her thighs as she gathered her strength to tell Maya the story of her past.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

I was very famished yet, I conquered it. Lucky for me to have an amiable friend. The woman then started to serve the tea. A Teacup for both of us and a Teapot filled with Hibiscus Tea. It is very refreshing. It has a very tarty taste. I can taste a slight pinch of pomegranate essence. This is very pleasant.

But now that he is gone and no one is doing what he did, threats would form and hold ground. To execute something of this magnitude, Garland would have sent his people to the areas of interest and taken over from within. Nikolay was always quick to find these people and kill them. If you like, I can take you to Nikolay's Seer. She lives in Brome in the South. She can tell you how and why it was done," Elsa said, looking at Lucian.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

The quietness still followed me everywhere, but at least now I could think through it. At exactly seven o’clock, the bar door opened and a woman walked inside. She looked to be around thirty, dressed in a dark tailored blazer with the kind of neat, composed appearance that immediately suggested corporate law or finance. Her movements were calm and efficient as she scanned the room. The moment her eyes landed on me, she walked over without hesitation. “Mr. Stone,” she said as she slid into the chair across from me. “Who are you?” I asked immediately. “My name is Diana Reeves,” she replied. “No relation to the journalist. I’m a private forensic analyst. I work primarily with financial crime in