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Hannah screams as she continued to dangle, I worried the blood may be rushing to her head if she remains upside down for too long! “What are you planning on doing with this book?” Axel asks taking a step closer to us, but Jonathan moves us closer to the balcony, so close I could see over it again. “That has nothing to do with you! Our plans are beyond your intelligence! Now I demand you give me the book!” He shouts beginning to ramble and stumble over this words, he was either losing his mind or whatever was in that syringe has caused a horrifying effect on him. “Jonathan!” Hannah screams as I witness her slowly split from his grip while she was inches from taking ahold of the pillars, she h

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

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No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

Tshepo sat outside, replaying the warehouse encounter, adrenaline still pumping. Sandra typed feverishly on her tablet, fear and exhilaration mingling. Mathapelo whispered prayers, her body refusing obedience. Gail documented each event, a silent anchor for the family. Abby sipped whiskey alone, blissfully unaware. Mom hummed softly, carrying depression like a shadow. Though the house appeared quiet, the tension simmered beneath the surface. Secrets, rebellion, danger, and manipulation were ready to explode. Midnight Cliffhanger The night deepened. Outside, the wind rattled windows. Inside, the family’s threads frayed: Tshepo’s fear threatened to overwhelm him.

The scent was sharp, just a little off. Poison. Not the kind that kills instantly. The kind that paralyzes, and leaves you vulnerable. Makes it easy to drag you away into the night where no one will hear your screams. I raised the glass to my lips, watching Victor’s eyes narrow, and his muscles tense. He was like an asp ready to strike. But I was a wolf waiting to rip out his throat. Just as the wine was about to brush my lips, I stopped. My eyes met Victor’s, cold and knowing. The tension at the table crystallized, cut glass sharp.

He performed a victory dance. This book is in high demand. I jumped out to catch him off guard as he began walking toward the door with the book in hand. I slammed into him. We landed on the bed, and I pistol-whipped the shit out of him. And just as I thought I was winning, he overpowered me. He flipped onto my back and began crushing my windpipe with his powerful hands. My hands were free, and I managed to fire a couple of bullets into his abdomen, but he was too intent on choking me to even flinch. I was becoming weaker by the second, and I was beginning to feel lightheaded due to a lack of oxygen. Looking into this hooded man's brown eyes revealed nothing but darkness. There was no emotio

I sucked in air with nervous anticipation as he said in a deep and authoritative voice, “Servus, take us to November third in the year eighteen-hundred and thirty-nine.” My first thought was to question him as to why he was putting such a short time between our arrival and his thirtieth birthday, but I knew that he had his reasons. Besides, almost as soon as he spoke, the world spun around us until it disappeared. Did we move forward through the mirror? I couldn’t tell. I could feel us lifting into the air and clung tighter to him. His hold on me didn’t loosen or tighten as we floated in a silent void for what seemed like hours, but I’m certain was only seconds. Then, the floor formed be

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