Hc Dolores Books Novels & Stories

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I flipped onto the next page of the book in my hands, curling into a ball underneath the covers, shoving Doritos aggressively into my mouth while I thinned out the rest of the world, completely immersed in the book. It was funny how I had read two books today and was on my third.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

So fucking good that her scent makes my body heat up. Even despite fucking her a few minutes ago to my satisfaction, I wanted more. Deirdre knew how to bring out the Oliver Twist in me. Because right now, I desire more and I doubted I'd be full even after getting it.

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

I said, rising to my feet hurriedly in fright. Just the same way Riana terrified me, this stranger did the same but it was in a mild way in contrast with his. “You must be Novah Wesley.” He said, pushing his hand forward for a friendly handshake which I received. “Yes, I am.” I nodded, trying to coordinate my thoughts which were all over the place. “I’m Dexter Gunnar.” At the mention of the last name, I stumbled backwards as my mouth dropped open in shock but I was quick to shut it.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

Khole's hair was piled on top of her head in a shape that defied structural logic. "Where is the fire," Dove said flatly. Not a question. A warning. "I'm so sorry," I said, and I genuinely was, except that I wasn't because I was still holding the book. "I got excited." I looked at Khole. "I have been reading your work since before I even knew your sister existed. Do you understand what I'm telling you? I have devoured these books." Khole blinked at me. Ran a hand over her face. Then sat down slowly on the edge of the couch with the careful movements of someone whose head was reminding them of every decision they'd made the night before.

Chapter 1 Dolores was sitting on the hood of her car, legs crossed, staring at the blue sky under the scorching sun. The hot wind lifted dust along the road and swayed her hair. She had been waiting for hours—three, to be exact—and was beginning to think she had been forgotten in the middle of nowhere. “Damn it. They’re never going to find me…” she muttered, discouraged, wiping the sweat off her forehead. The sun felt even hotter when a loud, distant sound cut through the vast vegetation. A deep, powerful engine noise, steady and approaching, made her heart beat faster.

“You don’t get it, do you Clara? This isn’t some petty scam or con job. You’re dealing with people who are done playing your games. They won’t stop until you’re buried so deep you’ll never see daylight again.” For just a fleeting instant, Clara's smile hesitated, flashing some vulnerability Dolores almost, almost missed. Then it was gone again, this time to the same confident smirk. "Perhaps," Clara said softly now, almost contemplative. "But desperate people always get underestimated, Dolores. Desperation makes you dangerous. It makes you resourceful."