In Cold Blood Truman Capote Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

Volume 1: Dangerous Attraction TRAVIS RATION HUNCHED over the hotel desk and flipped to the first page of the autopsy report. The lights from the Vegas strip cast globes of colored light onto the paper, but the glitz and glamour held no sway for him. Only the poor woman in the photo.

This scene was like a movie wherein the police officers chased a criminal, tried to save two teenagers, and maybe get big cash rewards from their wealthy families. Out of nervousness, the kidnapper speed up the gasoline so he could escape from them. The kidnapper didn't notice the truck speeding up on their way and the last thing they remembered was the car crashing and rolling on the busy midnight street.

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

He slid down to the ground, limp. Dot convulsed violently for a moment. Blood trickled out of his nose and snout. His wet, glimmering eyes that had soothed me countless times looked at me for one final, torturing moment before that light was snuffed out. Everything came to a screeching halt, and silence followed. I froze as my pupils dilated in horror. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tiny, lifeless body lying on the ground. I'd spent seven years with that precious pup. Dot had been the only thing tethering me to something real and warm through countless lonely nights.

"I went outside, and there it was the car. Not just any car, but the latest model of a sleek, black BMW, shining under the morning sun like something pulled straight out of a billionaire's magazine. My heart did a little flip, the kind that reminded me I didn't belong here. Never in my entire life had I imagined that I would be stepping into a car like this, and with no other person than Damian Cole, the most powerful, most feared, and richest billionaire in all of Los Angeles." A uniformed bodyguard walked swiftly around the car, his face blank, his movements professional, as though opening the door for someone like me was part of a sacred duty. With a small nod, he pulled the handle, and t

The caption beneath the footage bore her last name, one that matched another prominent member of the Order. My breath hitched. A forbidden affair… between families? Another file loaded on its own. My hand shook as the image sharpened into a scene that made my stomach twist, a man sitting before what looked like a campfire. Around him, others watched silently and there's a dead man in front of him. I could tell he was roasting his meat. I gasped as he bit into what could only be… I didn’t let the thought finish. I ran to the bathroom and barely made it before I threw up. My body trembled as cold sweat clung to my skin.

“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.

I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel. I booked a room directly across from 701. We had plenty of cameras at home. I brought a small one with me. I was going to catch them together. Ten o'clock. No one. Eleven. Midnight. Nothing was going the way I expected. I stayed up until dawn, my eyes burning. The door across the hall never opened. Chloe never showed up. Had I been wrong? Did she really not betray me? Were those messages and photos all in my head?

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.