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It made me feel less uncomfortable because I was still not over what those two shitheads revealed to me the other day. I’m just grateful they haven’t brought it up again. ‘Only if you’ll do the honors,’ he purred and that sent an unwanted vibration in my chest. ‘Did you overdrink again?’ “It’s just like I remembered,” Lizra’s voice broke our conversation and that was when Adrian freed my hand, only letting me take a step towards the museum so I could really take it in. It was grand with a dull brown shade but the golden glow emitting from the entrances and windows did a great job of planting life in the darkness. The museum was enticing and interesting enough to make anyone look its way.

pouted Claudia Wiping his hand across his face. " How many times have I told you that will never happen. You forget I was there when you found your mate. ' Bowing her head slightly because she remembered everything. But no one will never stop her from taking revenge. It was the first day after the survivors that came to Moon Valley that she got a good look at her people. They hadn't taken place in the ritual that would the people who were left had a decent meal and clean sheets. Last night she wondered about the huge building that held orphans. These babies had been with her just about ever and she was just making sure they would be ok. She hopefully had dreams they would find at home that t

"I don't know what is going on with you guys but I know I want nothing to do with it. Please let me go." Amelia's face falls but she nods. "Please be careful." She says and it's my turn to nod. The rest of the Rosemont mansion has similar decor with the room I was in, it's all vintage but still very housewarming and nice. "Heaven." I hear Cassandra following me. "What?" I ask impatiently because I really need to get out of here.

“Just breathe, Victoria. Marcus has the loop running on the main security feed. For the next twelve minutes, Julian is watching a digital ghost of us sitting in the library reading architecture journals. But if you keep hyperventilating, you’re going to trip the acoustic sensors.” “I’m not hyperventilating,” I whispered, though the air felt thin, like I was inhaling glass. “I’m experiencing the high-speed realization that I’m committing a felony in my own family museum.” We stood at the back of the Vermon wing, tucked behind a massive, obsidian bust of my grandfather, Silas. The museum was a mausoleum of Vermon history—blueprints, models, and antique tools—but beneath the marble floor lay th

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

There was a live band with dancing near the dinosaurs, a buffet by the mummies, and an open bar by space exploration exhibit. Laura had never seen anything like it. She wandered around the museum, admiring the different exhibits and pretending to learn as she went. The museum provided docents at each exhibit to answer questions, and Laura suspected, to make sure that drunk people didn't decide to try and ride the T-Rex.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Langstaff's private hospital. Since returning from Vienna, Leah hadn't slept well. Now, in the car, she was dozing off, soon falling into a deep slumber. In an instant, it felt like she had been transported back three years. Fire. Inextinguishable flames, engulfing the museum. Panicked crowds fleeing in all directions. Screams echoed ceaselessly. She was pushed and pulled by the crowd, facing imminent danger, a fleeting fear surging within her. And then, a sudden return to calm.

I pull my shirt down and put Codi against my chest so I can burp her. “Are you familiar with a place called Houska castle?” She sits down and turns her laptop toward me. There is an image of an ancient castle on the edge of a mountain surrounded by a forest. “No?” I look at the photo. “It’s in the Liberec Region of the Czech Republic. Famously haunted and said to be built on top of the gates to Hell.” She clicks another tab on the screen to an image of a mausoleum. “How about Saint Louis Cemetery Number One? In New Orleans?”

“Do you actually want to show me around, or just fuck me on a sarcophagus?” He smirked as he got to his feet. “Let’s find out.” He took my hand, and we walked down the hallway, heading to the first exhibit, which was everything related to the Renaissance. There were paintings, sculptures, schematics of architecture. “This place is huge.” “But nothing compared to the Louvre.” “How does someone run a museum? How do you get people to hand over pieces for exhibitions?” “The museum is considered to be a heritage site. And since it’s been designated as such for so long, it’s just always been that way.” With my hand in his, he guided me down the hallways and into the Byzantine Empire and then the E