Jamie Haunting Of Bly Manor Mga Nobela at Kwento

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

But there was something else—pain, repulsion. In the room with him were Han and Randolph, each standing at the far end of the room. I looked at Randolph and the dread clouding his expression unsettled me. What could have happened? What could unsettle my father’s gamma this much? “Hello, Emily Blakesley.” Calix drawled, his voice cold and almost venomous as he stepped away from the window. “What’s going on, Calix?” I asked, approaching him when suddenly he threw a paper on the floor. My eyes instinctively followed the paper as it fluttered to the floor. I read only one line and my blood ran cold.

“Do not let it divide us.” Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form indistinct but undeniably human. It stood motionless in their path, its head tilted as if observing them. “Who’s there?” Jamie called out, his voice trembling. The figure didn’t respond. Instead, it raised a hand, and the whispers grew deafening. “Move!” Callan shouted, stepping between the group and the figure. A burst of light erupted from their form, pushing the shadows back. The figure dissolved into mist, but the whispers remained, their malice palpable. The ground beneath them trembled, and dark tendrils began to rise from the earth, writhing like living shadows.

He made no further move, yet his sharp, predatory gaze pressed down on her, the darkness in his eyes burning like a quiet flame. "Sweet," he murmured near her ear, voice low and teasing. "If you want to get what you want, shouldn't you give a man a little sweetness first?" Sharon trembled all over. Her heart raced, her fear and disgust impossible to conceal. Jamie's fingers lightly traced her lips, icy yet tantalizing, sending a shiver down her spine. Then, her shoulder went limp. Jamie collapsed onto her, unconscious. Sharon tested him with a push—no response. Her stomach twisted with disgust, but she forced herself to lift him onto the nearby sofa, then bolted from the room.

I screamed and ran back the way we had come. In my panic, I bumped right into an incredibly strong and broad chest. Before I could even find my balance, the man's strong arms suddenly reached out in the darkness and circled themselves around my waist, pulling me right into his embrace. His warmth seeped through the fabric of his clothes, creating a stark contrast with the chill of the haunted house, sending a shiver down my spine. I was just about to exclaim out loud when I suddenly heard his deep, husky voice from above my head.

Everyone was in an uproar. David's face turned ghostly pale in an instant. "Turn it off! Turn it off now!" he shouted hoarsely. But the system was completely out of control. Finally, the screens froze on a playback interface. An audio clip automatically started playing. "Mr. Quill, I've already tampered with the brakes. I guarantee nothing will go wrong…" Then, a calm, vicious voice echoed clearly in every corner of the conference room. "You'll get your share once the job is done."

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

Jamie stared at the screen, her cold smirk widening into a terrifying, triumphant grin. "Found you, ghost," Jamie whispered into the silent room. "Let's see Giordano save you from the bottom of the ocean."

I smiled, giving Jase’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, but he shrugged me off. “Let’s go already!” Jase scoffed. “Aunt Amy will be disappointed if we don’t hurry up.” He was right. Inside, Amy was complaining to Drake Summerfield, wondering what was taking us so long. It’s funny how much I’d missed before I became a vampire. Lance chuckled. “Vampire hearing.” “Dhampir.” Jase headed toward the door. “No, sir.” Lance stopped him. “We’re going in as a family.” Then he wrapped his arm around me, and we walked inside the main dining hall.