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Choosing the first one on the list, I try to check where it is only to find out that it’s been checked out. A couple of months ago. So much for the books not leaving the premises, I muse to myself, looking for who else was so interested in the Blood Moon Hybrids. My hand stills over the keyboard when I see a far too familiar name. Rachel Adkins. “No,” I breathe, anxiously, my fingers moving over the keyboard quickly now. But as I type in the names of the books listed on the side, all of them that are related to the Blood Moon Hybrid have been issued to Rachel Adkins. Just a week before she left me bleeding in the tunnels, taking that piece of evil that’s been hidden under the vault for all t

she yelled. “Ahh!” Adeline looked at Prey strangely. She was completely lost. She couldn’t believe she had been friending with a total stranger for past thirty years. “I will take my leave” she didn’t even know what to say. She looked at Prey strangely again, turned back and leaving the room with astonishment.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

The overhead bulbs had begun flickering badly; the house preferred candles now, and I had stopped questioning it. The first journal belonged to Margaret Harrow, 1897 great-grandniece of the builder. Her early entries were careful and lovely, full of hope about starting over. Then the tone changed. She wrote of a presence that knew her name, dreams that left her aching and wet, a “gentleman in the walls” who came to her at night and made her body sing in ways no living man ever had. She described his cock in explicit, fevered detail: a burning shadow, endless, splitting her sweetly. She wrote of being fucked for hours, of coming until she wept, of begging him to fill her cunt, her ass, her th

Daelan If she was alive, then perhaps the dead woman haunting my mansion was never a ghost at all, and that realization settled inside my chest like poison because it meant someone had been playing with me from the very beginning. My breathing remained uneven while I stood at the foot of the staircase gripping the knife, and although the mansion had become silent again, the silence itself felt dangerous because every shadow suddenly looked like a person and every sound seemed deliberate. The assistant remained on the phone. "Sir?"

The lie tasted bitter because the truth was I hadn’t stopped immediately. I had searched for months or maybe a year. But Adeline has disappeared. No address, no workplace and no phone number. It was as if she had vanished from existence. Eventually, I gave up. Life moved on or at least I convinced myself it had. “You’re thinking again,” Mira said. “I have work.” I replied “You always have work.” “And you always talk too much.” I said and she laughed. “Fine. Call me later.” I grabbed my car keys and headed for Hartley Corporation. The drive took twenty minutes, but my mind was elsewhere.

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

I said. As we start going through the shelves, Nyx starts getting anxious. ‘What’s going on, Nyx?’ ‘We have incoming, Thalia. You better get ahead of it.’ I grabbed abuelo’s arm, ‘what kind of incoming?’ ‘An attack is coming, like right now.’ She said and she is pacing in my head. “Abuelo, Nyx says an attack is coming right now.” I said and we rushed out of the library. ‘Isaiah?!’ I called out in the mind link.

He left after a minute, and Gianna looked at the door, but no one in sight. She shrugged before resuming her gun loading. -- [Madden's Manor] Adeline liked the smell of snow that invaded her viscera when she woke up, and she even inhaled it more, dragging her nose across the carpet of skin. She opened her eyes when she got to a bumpy point, and she saw it's Madden's nipple. She smiled before looking up to see his keen eyes on herself, looking so attentive like he's watching the most important thing in his life. That look disappeared from his eyes immediately she saw him though, and she tried coming higher on his body, but then something held her back in the middle.

‎" Oh those.... Well I told them to burn everything you brought from your house and fill your wardrobe with new attires. What? ‎"You ...mean everything I brought" ‎"Look Adeline.... You're no more the girl you used to be. You're married to a business man who has a reputation to uphold I expect you as my wife to support that" he smiled but the smile wasn't a nice one. It made my blood boil and freeze. ‎" Yeah....I uh... understand" I don't know why but I couldn't think straight it was like this was just a nightmare that I'll wake up from soon.