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But maybe, there’s more to her than what meets the eye. Prologue: Victor’s P.O.V: Two years ago... I have a bad feeling about this. Two weeks ago, my life had been completely normal, uncomplicated. But that was before my sister came back after graduating college with two of her best friends...with her. Kendra Millar

she adds with an hair flip. Jayden chuckled. “So, what are you doing here?” “Came to pick out some books,” Malvika said with a shrug. “So, Robert Ludlum, uhn?” she said, peering at the cover of the book in his hands. Jayden glanced down at the book. “Oh yeah,” he said. “This is actually his first book that I’m going to read. It’s a thriller, so I guess I should enjoy it.” “You read thriller. Wow! You are better than I thought!” Malvika said and he laughed. “Oh no!” she gasped.

Not for a long time. Why is this happening? Tears began sliding down my cheeks as I prayed that it was empty, that all the bodies inside were dead. My hand shook as I reached out and slid my card through the reader, then entered in the six-digit code. There was no pause in his stride as he entered, only a cool, deadly killer. Meticulous. Three snaps. Cheryl. Dr. Mitchell. Micah. They all slumped to the ground. My stomach dropped. An explosion of screams was held in by the coiling suffocation around my chest. Squeezing. Choking.

And writing mainly thriller books, I know there's a loose end somewhere in the plot, the twist of the story. Damn him. "I'm just saying, most of your fans are women, so unless he's gay for you I'm thinking he's the errand boy." The man shrugged as he made a freaking point, clear as day and I groaned and drink more trying to slow down the beat of my heart while the slow burn of the liquid warmed my insides. "So, call your guys and tell them to search his place," "Already did," he smugly said, showing me the text he sent just now to my bodyguard, Jill.

And I was grateful for the time I needed to move past the anger and the humiliation of having him assert dominance like I was a common, misbehaving pup. I found myself in the library again, on the third day of my anti-Asha crusade, a book comfortable and familiar in my lap. It was a novel I hadn’t read yet, something I wasn’t used to. A crime thriller that had titillated my interest with its bold main character and wild plot twists that had me hooked from the first line. I was three quarters done with the book, quietly paging through the novel in the silence of the library. Not many wolves came by, which was something I had never been more grateful for, leaving me in peace.

Emma could feel him even before she saw him. His alluring cologne, the warmth of his body, the intensity of his stare on her back. A wave of shivers traveled down her spine as she heard the faint click of the lock. The poor girl stiffened knowing what awaited her. Soon his footsteps grew louder and her heart began to beat faster. As she heard the subtle rustle of his clothes, she clasped the expensive fabric of her dress a little too tightly in nervousness. He was getting undressed. Her body tensed, hazel eyes shut in sheer dread.

Her face was grim in so many ways and it shouted silent threats of my life in danger. ‘Who the hell do you think you are?’ Naledi softly and yet angrily shouted questions at me. ‘What makes you think you can come to my house and threaten me?’ She held a tight grip around my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe. It became clear to me that instead of being a perpetrator, I was about to become a victim, or worse, another murder statistic. As she continued with her quest to stop oxygen from flowing to my brain, she pushed me and my back hit hard against the kitchen counter. She continued tightening her grip around my neck but just before I could pass out, I managed to wriggle free off her

“What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?” "I haven't read in a while. I like thrillers. Lee Child, James Patterson, Stephen King." He tells us as he reaches and takes a piece of steak. "Have you read Harlan Coben? He writes some amazing thrillers like Drop Shot, One False Move, and Tell No One." I'm in my element now. This is safe ground, I love talking about books. I love almost every genre out there. I'll give anything a go once. Indie authors are my favorite as their work is so unique, it's like a diamond in the rough.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

I can be an excellent liar when needed "—but nobody wants their ex crashing their wedding, not even someone as eccentric as Max Blackwell. We'll be kicked off this island before I even have my first mojito." "I wouldn't be so sure about that," he smiles slyly. "After all, he did write his latest book about you." You're nailing it, Beth! Buffy suddenly shouts inside my head. Wonderful, as if I didn't already have a headache. Whose side are you on, anyway? The side that will prove this isn't over until you've truly moved on. And how does being here the same week as his wedding prove that, exactly? Everything has a purpose, Slayer. Just remember that.