Skeletons In The Closet Book Novels & Stories

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

They are going to be rebuked for this carelessness. I eye the woman one more time, she's beautiful. But who is she? I spin around and walk to the cupboard. I open it only to be attacked by the resting dust. Dresses, bathed in dust, are hanged here. I don't know what came in me, I started to push the dresses here and there until a thug sound came from inside, I stopped for a second before slipping aside the clothes and finding a leather-cover book. I pull it out, it looks old and worn out.

“Come sit by the fire.” I hesitated, then padded over in my thick socks and oversized sweater. The cabin was small — one main room with a loft bedroom upstairs and a tiny bathroom. There was nowhere to hide from him. I sank onto the worn rug in front of the stone fireplace, pulling my knees to my chest. The flames cast warm light across my legs, but it did nothing to thaw the knot in my stomach.

“That’s how the system works.” “They’re the best,” I insisted, “only because of this point system.” Then I reached into my bag again and pulled out the tattered journal. I handed it to her slowly. “This belonged to a student who went missing. It was hidden in a library near the school.” She took it but didn’t open it right away. “And there’s a cabin in the woods,” I added. “It has three skeletons inside. The scent markers are gone, but the place... it belongs to Mr. Winters. His name was written on the wall of the basement.”

she asked. There is a chamber beneath the lowest level of the archives, he said. It has been sealed for centuries. I found a way in last week. The book was on a pedestal in the center of the room, surrounded by bones. I think the bones belonged to the wolves who tried to destroy it.

I handed her the finished data myself. And to seal my "defection," she had me entombed alive in the institute's sub-basement, concrete poured over the entrance. Two years later, the pandemic was declared over. The old research complex was slated for redevelopment. An excavator bucket tore through the foundation and unearthed a grotesquely contorted skeleton. Only when forensics pried the data chip—the one I'd implanted to monitor the drug's effects—from the rotted tissue did the buried truth finally surface.

“And when you dig into the Red Ledger, you don’t just find dirt you uncover corpses.” “Then tell me what I’m really up against,” Chike shot back. “Because I’m done being kept in the dark.” The man chuckled, but it wasn’t the laugh of amusement. It was the sound of someone who had seen too much and survived too little. “You think you’re the first to stand against them? No. But maybe you’ll be the last.” He reached into his coat, and Chike nearly lunged, but instead of a weapon, the man pulled out a thin envelope and tossed it at his feet.

" Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands. "It's too late, Tristan," I said. "I've already left the closet, and I'm never going back inside ever again." Tristan had confessed his true feelings much too late.

There was nothing that looked like a book. I went into the closet to continue my search. I didn’t bother to check my side. He had lots of clothes, lots. I looked through them, side by side, and nothing seemed suspicious, there were no books or even a file compartment. When I got to where the jewelry was, I understood what Emily meant by precious stones.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she