Novel & Cerita Seven Thriller

My wolf lingered in my eyes as I stalked her. One hand gripped a silver chain; the other dragged it across my face, smearing blood. Melinda screamed, sobbing, but I only smirked. “Oh, Melinda, Melinda, Melinda…” I whispered, dragging her up by the neck. Her legs dangled, back against my chest, struggling futilely. I twisted the chain tightly around her neck three times, yanking in opposite directions. Her body trembled under the pressure, screams raw and ragged. “That’s for my mate and my daughter,” I whispered into her ear before letting go. Her body collapsed, lifeless yet still conscious, eyes wide with terror.

"Where are Shelley, Tanya, and Kim? Wait, a minute. Did you kill them too, you backstabbing bitch?" Oh, crap. "No. Shelley was attacked by the dead, and that bitch killed Tanya and Kim when we got here." Andrea found her second wind as she stood, screaming at the top of her lungs and pointing at Casey. "She fucking shot them like dogs!" I glanced back at Casey to see her still ignoring everyone, rocking Mindy. "What the hell?" Danielle spun, examining Casey with shock and rage. "Both y'all shut the fuck up! They were infected. Casey had no choice. I would've done the same thing." Thomas hopped out of the bed of his truck and stalked over to the girls. "Der, get your girl to chill the hell ou

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

I snapped and I wrapped my hand around Judith’s throat, my eyes darkened with how angry I was… I did not want to kill her, but by the goddess I was so, so close to snapping her head clean off her neck. “You’d think I would want the woman who set Kennedie’s hotel on fire, the woman who paid to drug her, be grateful that you are still breathing” Judith’s eyes flashed with a wicked glint “you wanted to take revenge on me for that bitch-” I tightened my hand around her neck “you better watch your damn mouth!” I warned. She was slowly turning white from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. She clawed at my hands but still I did not let loose.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Tiberius held her tight and sped out of the house. I brought more water despite the anxiety I felt. Everything was happening too fast, everything. I knelt beside him to soak his skin with more cold water and let off more steam. Philip broke out into sweats, the healer was piercing him with more needles and I could see the venom more visibly now while Ralyne kept on trying to calm her father down. Tiberius came back.

"When he asked specifically for you, I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. You're my good luck charm" Guilt pierces my insides as I mumble some words and hightail it out of his office. On the way there, I hear voices as I step into the corridor and I know lunch break is over. I try not to listen to their idle chatter because I'm wrapped up in my own personal drama of guilt, but when a name is called, I have no option. "They say Ash Thunder's a mafia lord, that means he's well vested in crime, drugs and of course. . . women." Ruckus laughter assails my ears.

Thinking about my hellhole, I sighed and picked up my bag and books. After the class was emptied, or so I thought, I stood up to leave but was suddenly frightened when I felt a weight on my shoulder. “Hey Miguel, sorry for the other time. Anyway, let's go have fun!” Shirley cheered, throwing her left hand across my neck, on my right shoulder. She was only able to do this all because I was shorter than she was, which was displeasing. “I'm not going with you,” I said, taking her hands off my bruised shoulder while trying not to show that I was in pain.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.