Judith Krantz Novels Novels & Stories

Caitlin walked to it and held out her hands, relishing in its heat. Caitlin looked around, surveying the cozy room. It was dimly lit by candle sconces and bedecked with rugs and cozy, antique sitting chairs. What caught her eye most, though, were the bookcases: she saw at a glance that there was an abundance of riches in this small room. She was astonished. It was a treasure trove of ancient, rare volumes. She felt as if she’d stepped back in time, to a lost world. “I’m looking for a very rare volume,” Caitlin said. “I’m not even certain it exists. Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres. I am looking for the other half of a missing page.”

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

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Noah’s POV Judith knocked lightly before stepping into my office, her ever-present laptop tucked under her arm. She had that professional smile plastered across her face—the one that never reached her eyes. “Sir,” she began smoothly, opening her laptop on the table before me, “I’ve compiled a few suggestions for the get-well present. These are all high-end options.” I motioned for her to continue. She turned the screen toward me, scrolling slowly. “Perfumes from Maison H., some limited-edition jewelry pieces, a few floral arrangements, designer dresses, and fruit hampers from La Belle Harvest.”

Judith thought again about Grandma Jocelyne, who had left this world on December 17th. She had embarked on a journey, and no return was planned. Judith knew nothing about this country, but she had been told that it was cold and dark. In the months that followed her grandmother's disappearance, Judith had developed an interest in the deceased. She wanted to get in touch with them, listen to their messages. She confided in Jean-Claude, who had put her in touch with her cousin Carla, a medium with a well-filled agenda as her predictions were so accurate. Her office, so carefully decorated, reassured souls who were struggling to live with doubts in their hearts. Sitting in front of Carla's cryst

Untouchable. Judith had never believed in ghosts until Annie McBrown came back from the dead as Annie Yin. That evening, back in her walk-in closet, Judith sat on the plush velvet stool in front of her vanity, eyes locked on her reflection. The soft lighting from the crystal sconces cast a warm glow over the marble counters and mirrored walls, but it didn’t touch her. She had taken off her makeup, scrubbed away every layer of concealer, foundation, and highlighter, yet she hadn’t moved since. Her skin was bare, almost pallid in the low light. Her scarf—silk, white, embroidered with tiny golden leaves—still clung to her neck like a noose.

a dark secret that would surely torture my mind. —Azureriel

Things kept snowballing until the day Byron told me to lure Elizabeth into the woods. I knew something was wrong, but he offered me ten thousand dollars that time. Ten thousand. That was my entire tuition for all my years of school. So I did it. Later, Elizabeth died. As I held that money in my hands, guilt surged in me. I told myself I would use it to finish college, then donate it and give back to society. But greed never ends. The glitter of the city swallowed me whole. I wasn't satisfied with ten thousand anymore. I wanted a hundred thousand, a million, even ten million.

Chapter 17 What the Night Holds Judith could not settle. The afternoon had shifted into early evening without her fully noticing. The light coming through the curtains had gone from pale gold to a dull grey, and now the apartment sat in that in-between hour where it was too dim to see clearly, but not quite dark enough to turn the lights on. She had not bothered with the lights anyway. She just sat on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest and listened to the apartment breathe around her.