Mystic Falls Tvd Novels & Stories

Months of coffee-fueled all-nighters, chasing leads until my feet gave out, and putting my entire career on the line with nothing but a gut feeling and shaky video stills to guide me. But I was right. And when the dust settled and the department finished patting itself on the back, I’d walked out with a shiny new badge and a shiny new title. Detective Maeve Summers. Not that it felt particularly shiny right now, considering I was gripping a panda neck pillow and drowning in overpriced champagne waiting for my plane to take off next to Mr. Snake Tattoo over here. But one thing was clear. The man on the news, the one lying dead and pixelated on the screen, was the same man who had slipped thro

I pitied her, at least I didn’t have to fake a smile all day in my field. The minute the elevator dinged signalling that we have reached the 6th floor, I made a mental list of the three entrances the kidnappers could have used to enter/exit without being spotted on the CCTV cameras. Unfortunately I hadn’t been looking where I was going and bumped into someone or more like their chest, they reached out to steady me by placing their hands on my shoulders. The second I looked up into a pair of ocean blue eyes, I locked eyes with no one other than Tristen Micheal “Detective Rush? What a surprise!” he said while giving me a charming smile, A very unpleasant surprise in my opinion.

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

Landon spoke directly, stating his position. “My wife received a business card from you at the mall yesterday, mentioning a role that might be suitable for her.” The voice on the other end immediately responded, “Yes, that’s right. Sir, I assure you I’m not a scammer. I am–” “Famous producer Yannick Hart,” Landon interrupted. “I understand you’re currently working on a TV series.” “That’s correct,” Yannick replied with a smile. “It seems you know a bit about me, so you must realize I’m not a fraud. I’m wondering if your wife might be interested in coming in for an audition?”

she eyed him, feeling nauseated. Frasier was one of the few mistakes Mystique made while in college. They attended the same college together where one could say they dated. Mystique only went out with the asshole because she wanted to be among the crowd but it ended badly for her when she found out the idiot only wanted to get between her legs. That night, Frasier invited her out to a club to hang out with his friends. That was the first time Mystique ever stepped foot into a club. Thinking back, she felt so stupid for trusting the bastard who drugged her but luckily she was able to escape before they could rape her. She remembered how the drug took effect in the middle of the road at midnig

“Does Trey Hayworth have a reason to be estranged from his family? Is he the victim of ill treatment or the boy who cried wolf? More mystery and scandal surrounding two of Boston’s best known businessmen.” “Oh come on,” Pete burst out as the station went to commercial. “This is bogus. Anyone can see that old lady is off the rails. Just like anyone can see Mystique set this whole thing up when she couldn’t bag her man. She’s lashing out like a jilted cheerleader in high school. It’s so obvious it’s sad.”

One of my legs was numb; I glanced down to find it encased in a cast boot, resting close to the bed. "But you're alive," Riley reassured, and I turned my gaze to her once more. "I thought you died. I had to rush out of the Mystic Cave to get here as soon as I could," she explained. "Do you even remember all that happened? I think you have a concussion." "I do," I murmured, recalling Williams jumping on me, the unknown powers engulfing me when I thought I was done for, and how I fought back. Every detail was etched in my memory.

He hasn't responded yet but I made sure I uploaded a picture to my page. I took a picture of my finished milkshake and uploaded it to my story. "He hasn't responded up till now,” I said sadly. He has only three pictures on his page. One was a picture of the star, the other a shirtless picture of himself, and the latest one was a picture of him and Chloe together. "If you stare too much, you will get jealous," Gina whispered behind me. I rolled my eyes and slipped them into my pocket. Gina and I ended up going to the movie theater late. The movie was about to end by the time we arrived. I used the leg of the young man seated behind me and snapped a picture joined with my legs. I updated my pa

Nicolas's text: "Sia, answer me. Now." I sighed, typing a hasty reply: "Coming home. Don't worry." The taxi stopped at a red light, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My eyes looked haunted. What secrets was Nathan hiding? And what did he want from Nicolas?