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The safehouse wasn't a fortress; it was a ghost. Located on the forty-second floor of a nondescript glass tower in the Gold Coast, the penthouse was registered to a shell company that dealt in "industrial textiles." No cameras in the lobby recognized my face. No sensors in the elevator flagged my biometrics. To the world, this floor didn't exist. I leaned against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the rain lash against the exterior. Below, Chicago was a blurred grid of amber and red, oblivious to the fact that its digital heart had almost stopped beating three hours ago.

The house was silent, everyone deep in slumber. Helma descended to the first floor, glided through the hallway, and stopped before the basement door. She did not use the villa much, but she had stocked it with plenty of ‘toys’ for times like these. She pulled open the door and triggered the security device she had installed. After a scan of her eye, a safe door swung open from the wall, and Helma, still in her nightgown, stepped inside.

JOSEPHSON & DUKE: Ordinary Basement Disadvantages: No windows. Damp. Likely cockroaches and mice. Advantages: Dirt cheap—$50/day. YVONNE, GISELLE, JUSTIN: The Haunted House Disadvantages: Urban legend says it’s haunted. Former crime scene. Reports of screams and “ghost sightings.” Advantages: Gorgeous interior. Bright. Fully furnished. Only $100/day. Justin’s face fell. This was not how it was supposed to go. He had made arrangements—two rooftop rooms, side by side. It had been confirmed. Now, I had one of them. And Lilith had the other. Not him.

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.

This damn building… this damn apartment… Shawn pulled the car in front of the ‘crime scene’, Danielle’s house. The moment he set foot out of that infernal place; Shawn promised himself never to return again, not even for a simple visit. Danielle tried to play him and she almost had her way. He had an idea of how malicious, how vengeful she was, but by sending the photos to his wife, Danielle pushed this sick game to another level. This madness had to stop and she had to pay for all she had done to Belle and to him.

12 months ago Italy Hell. A place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. Well, that's how our holy scriptures describe it anyway. And if it's true in every sense, then Romero mansion could be one of the kernels of that sinful fire. Lola shuddered at her thoughts, gripping the rosemary hard between her bony fingers. With bloodshot eyes, she stared at the giant chandelier unblinking. Not once her moistened eyes dried. She tried her best to block the entire world and concentrate on the divine power that supports us in time when all doors are c

VICTIM’S APARTMENT “Captain Jessie” Lucy called out “What? “ Captain Jessie dropped the perfume back in the drawer and closed it “Quickly, come and see” Lucy pointed at the bottom of the bookshelf Jessie walked to where Lucy was and squatted so that she could take a clear look at what Lucy pointed at “Is that a splatter of blood? “ “Yes” The splatter was so small and unnoticeable due to the fact that the color of the bookshelf was dark brown thereby making the dried blood blend with the color of the bookshelf

Plus outside the main areas the house looked unused. "There's an extra area of the house that I walled off for emergency and safety purposes. It's just a few rooms and an escape tunnel. Most of the documents your father and I stole from the werewolf council are here. Plus everything on other packs and our trackers," he stopped walking when we reached the end of the hallway where only a single macabre picture was hung. "Speaking of which, I will need to chip you. For safety purposes of course."

“Do you believe it?” Joline hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yes,” she whispered. “I do. I’ve seen things… shadows that move where there should be none, voices that whisper from empty rooms. This house is not just a home, Miss Dryzza. It is a cage, holding something back—something that should never have been born into this world.”

|| Kiera Stevens's POV || A new beginning... Or A new walk to destruction... I was here to seal the deal with the devil, to submit my soul so that he could turn me into ashes. Tears blurred the vision of his haunted house in front of me. It was 3 a.m at night already. Surprisingly, I didn't know how I arrived at this place without any fear. Inhaling another deep breath, I walked into the entrance numbly, my legs wobbling all the way into the house. Matteo was heading outside. A look of surprise flashed across his gaze when he saw me. He asked, nodding his head politely,