Scary Dean Koontz Books の小説・ストーリー

“Has he been studying all these books?” I looked at the desk. One book was lying open on his desk. The page it was turned to had a drawing of a person who looked like they were screaming. I continued staring at the opened page. The title at the top of the page said "Vampire Possession and Mind Control." I looked away from the book for a moment, My blood went cold. Had Noah known this might happen? Had he been preparing for it? I tried to look into the book one more time but

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

She never liked his mattress. As much as she wanted that hot bath, however, she needed some coffee first after the third shift she pulled last night. Nothing happened in Draven Falls to keep her awake during the darkest of night, at least, nothing she could report to the sheriff. Walking into the kitchen, she found herself wondering about her next position as deputy in Bull Creek. Did the sheriff there know about the paranormals in his communities? If he did, Lainie wondered how he kept the laws of the supernatural and the laws of the humans separate? She reached up into the cabinet and pulled out a ceramic mug, recognizing the Everest Paper logo on the outside. Shaking her head, she set the

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

Low moaning sounds that made the earth rumble beneath my feet. A scream escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and pressed my palms over my ears. My entire body trembled from fear of the creatures I had seen in Shadowland. I will never forget the horror, the pain. If it wasn’t for my mysterious savior, I wouldn’t even be here. Even now, I could feel the acid dripping onto my skin…the sharp pointed teeth of those being snapping at my face…those loud wailing noises echoed in my ears. “That bad, huh?”

“What makes me think this isn’t your first encounter with something like this?” Max stood up and buttoned his shirt before tucking it into the waist of his uniformed pants. “I’m sure the report about Wolf Junction mentioned the mysterious deaths.” “It did, but I assumed the mysterious part was a virus or bacteria in the drinking water to be identified and removed,” I explained. “How familiar are you with dark magic?” “This, coming from the man who mocked Peter for suggesting the very same thing?” I practically gasped. “I don’t know this traveling doctor well enough to discuss things that go on in Wolf Junction. Hell, it took me five months of watching you before I felt I could let you in o

I don't want for him to think something is wrong with me. I look down at Lucious's plate of food. I look away, taking another sip from the water bottle, not having an appetite to eat this morning. I spend the day up in the room, trying to keep myself calm and relax. I've been on edge and something as simple as a loud sound seems to give me this rush, causing the beast within to push forward to be let out. I sit on the bed reading the book that I had started a few months ago. Between the Retributions and spending most of my time in the forest, I haven't read much of the book since then. I guess now is the perfect time to catch up on the book.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery