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It takes us a few miles following the trucks, to get to a building, It was at the top of a hill surrounded by trees on its sides, there are many guards outside in the event of any intrusion, I've tried to create a plan but I can't, I don't know what's inside until Jacob talked, - we might find max inside - I'm not sure about that, he probably dead - but we did see some people drive out of that city - I don't know, I can't stop thinking about his death - trust your heart, he will tell you the truth - but, what if he's already dead - we still don't know, but better to know soon He's right, we can't achieve anything by sitting and watching behind, we should do something... Someone behind us sho

"Poor Ms. Lovelace, she gave you her heart, yet you kept her in the dark for all these years. You're absolutely despicable!" Uncle Winston stared at the marriage certificate, trembling with rage. His knuckles cracked from clenching his fists so tightly. Drinking in Uncle Winston's expression, a wave of bitterness welled up in my own heart. Memories of the past suddenly came rushing back. Dad had been a firefighter. Back when the Sinclair residence caught fire, a young Craig had been trapped in the sea of flames. Dad had thrown caution to the wind and charged into the inferno, carrying Craig out to safety. However, he had been struck by a collapsing beam and never made it out alive.

Only one person had ever called me that. Could it be him???? Ice slid down my spine. I tore the envelope open with shaking fingers, unfolded the single sheet inside, and read: Little Thief, You have five hours to return every damn thing you removed from my mansion at 47 Hawthorne Lane. If the items are not restored (undamaged and in full) prepare to face the consequences of your actions. Regards, Leonardo Blackwood.

"You really weren't kidding about being obsessed with wolves, were you?" "Ah, you found Max." Lucian took the stuffed animal from me, smoothing its fur with surprising tenderness. "He was my first friend here. The only thing I had from... before." "Before?" "Before the orphanage," he said quietly, setting Max back in his spot. "I don't remember much, but I know he was important." I wandered over to the shelves that lined one wall, running my finger along the spines of dozens of books. "You loved reading too?"

Ambrose had disappeared, and now Larissa had gone missing as well. He had to find Larissa no matter what! The fact that the other party knew his name suggested that they were aware of Larissa's importance to Ambrose. Therefore, they wouldn't easily hurt her. He swore that he was going to make the people behind this pay for their actions! Max stepped into the run-down warehouse alone. Inside, the floor was damp. Dust covered the whole place. Suddenly, a click echoed through the space. It sounded like a mechanism activating somewhere. Max felt his body sway and the ground beneath him suddenly split open.

"I can't scent anything strange, but the bastard was clever enough to cover his tracks before." And so, I waited. Max silently entered the apartment, gliding with the stealth of a predator. From the look of him I was pretty sure he was hoping to find Zachary in there so he could rip off his arms and beat him with them (one of the many threats he'd made). "All clear, babe." I jumped, startled from my thoughts. Slowly I walked through the door, still expecting something awful to appear. Max stood in the centre of the living room, a stony expression on his face and a small box in his hands. My stomach churned at the sight. The box had been inside my apartment which meant Zachary had been inside

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ARIA I flipped a page of the old, giant hardcover book I was holding, my fingers skimming across the letters inked on the pages. I had gone exploring in Maximo’s mansion, deciding to take advantage of the little freedom he had given me. I was shocked to find out that he had a library here. Not just any basic library, a large, well-decorated one, with shelves and bookshelves upon bookshelves stacked high with ancient, leatherbound books in pristine condition.

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.

They rampaged through stuff in a different room. Max wanted to find the book that showed every supernatural in town. It was easy for him to convince all the followers behind him to follow him because he could have proof of them living in town. Over a matter of days, Max had gained several people in town, all following his orders

I have thus recorded within my writing, the Confessions, and Repentance of the Elders and Priesthood of the Calvinist Church. Maxine took the pry-bar and walked to the middle coffin. I stopped reading to watch her as she jammed the claws into the wood. She pushed, pulled, struggled until the cover splintered into large pieces. She stared, slowly studying the length of the casket. "There's nothing here. It's empty," she said as her voice cracked. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Fine. Just keep reading," she snapped.