It: A Novel Novels & Stories

The elite world as i knew it was full of pretentious no good doers, who were solely after their own benefit. A melancholic thought crossed my mind. In three months time, it would be my parents death anniversary, and the marking of the day i said goodbye to Elian Dunst for good. I turned my gaze on Mr. Brex, something about him made me feel a sense of mutuality, like he knew exactly what it felt to have something you loved disappear. i felt like knowing exactly who he could be behind the walls he had built would become my ultimate escape. I guessed it was really about what his walls were made of that would matter.

Ava: By the time Dante returned, the room felt too small for the heat trapped inside my body. There was a crawling, consuming burn that started in my spine and spread outward, seeping into my limbs, settling behind my eyes until blinking was difficult. Dante stopped short at the doorway. His gaze swept over me, settling on the way the blanket was kicked halfway down my legs. Belle stood beside him, and walked inside the room first. “I told you,” she said, looking up at him. “She’s really hot.”

Olivia King, never thought that one decision would lead her into a crazy world, filled with secrets, lies and blood. All because she crossed paths with the sexy and mysterious, Raven Bellisario. Georgia King, is your typical shy, bookworm, girl. She never imagined that one guy could change her entire world. Damiano Bellisario, also mysterious and with secrets. Nothing is ever simple, when you cross paths with the Bellisario's. ......... Olivia King I was on my way to the grocery store to buy some ground beef, when I heard a little boy crying in an alley. This is how horror movies start. I decided to ignore it, but it got way loud, so I went in.

I continued climbing up straight in my room and shut it loud. What the fuck does he need from me now!? Can't I have peace!? Fuck him! My phone vibrated. And when I checked it, I noticed an envelope in my bed. I jumped on my bed first before taking the envelope and open it. ITALY. That was just the only word in the paper. All in capital letters. My jaw clenched as I crumple this fucking paper with frustration. Just a word but had many messages. Should I be scared now? Should I be nervous? That fucktard seldomly summons me there. He only does that if the matter was important or if there has an emergency.