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June places beside her her earlier and took a sip before turning to the next page of the book she was reading. The book was a psychological thriller and it had hints of mystery in it. Whilst she read, her lips were pressed into a thin line as she had reached a cliffhanger. Hailey normally detested cliffhanger especially when the book was still ongoing however the book in her hand was quite an interesting one so she was willing to read carefully and wait for the next chapter. She put a bookmark in the book and stood io from the rocking chair she was relaxing on, slipping her feet into the pair of lounge slippers she brought and walked out of the lounge. She needed to use the restroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

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Cassidy was asleep. On his shoulder. Her hair smelled like coconuts, and she made sweet little moaning sounds every once in a while—like a sleeping kitten. Like a beautiful, sleeping kitten. Brandon had been tempted to fish his phone out of her pocket—or fish her phone out of her pocket. But a promise was a promise, and he had decided against it. He was bored out of his mind, however, and not at all tired. So, he found himself reading a paperback he found in her bag by the dim overhead light. It definitely wasn’t his usual genre, but it was better than sitting here staring at the back of the seat in front of him thinking about whether or not his mom was sober and whether or not his dad was w

Not that far a stretch, considering last year’s accident on the reservoir. When he was finished with them, after all three were dead, including Jack, he could come back to the house and type up a suicide note on her laptop. Spell it out, not leave the cops too much to think about. He drew another deep breath. It would work. All right. As the mother stirred, he backed out of the room and went for the kid. * Ashley woke from a dreamless sleep to her daughter’s voice. But when she opened her eyes, instead of Maddie she saw a dark figure looming over her bed, his gun glinting in the dim light. With his other hand, the man held Maddie.

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"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

I checked the book title and synopsis. The synopsis promised a thrilling tale of suspense set in a small coastal town where secrets lurked beneath the surface. Intrigued, I settled back into the pillows, propping myself up against the headboard. As I delved into the first chapter, the words whisked me away to a world far different from my own. The characters came alive in my imagination, their struggles and desires captivating my attention. Page after page, I became engrossed in the story, forgetting about the troubles that had plagued my sleepless nights. The author's vivid descriptions painted scenes in my mind, transporting me to the coastal town where the mystery unfolded.

The one time Leonica found the most gripping each time she settled down to read her favorite books, were the pin drop moment. Suspense, silence and uncertainty. Those three went pleasant well during that particular moment and made the story all the more interesting and gripping to her as a devoted reader. But heck, she had never for once sat down and thought about how she’d handle such a situation if it was her faced with it, rather than the Mary Sue female leads in the books she read.