True Blood 3 Novels & Stories

An unhappy look flashed across Bryce's eyes. "Chad Lowry was true to you too, but you still had an affair with me behind his back. You cheated on him. If you want to talk about being disgusting, I don't think I'm as disgusting as you are…" It felt like a knife had stabbed Lori's heart. Her eyes turned red. She said coldly to Bryce, "Shut up!" Bryce sneered. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Lori. "You're the one who should shut up. Now that you know the truth, we have no choice but to bring forward the plan. You asked for this, Lori!"

“The guest room on the third floor. End of the hallway on the left. I’ll be waiting for you there in ten minutes. If you don’t come, I’ll make sure Vivian knows what happened in the car this afternoon. I have a very interesting voice recording, Dewangga.” My blood rushed violently. A voice recording? When did he do that? Davian walked away without another glance, blending into the crowd of guests as if nothing had happened. I stood frozen, my fingers touching the cold key in my pocket. My head throbbed painfully. This was blackmail—a trap that could make me lose everything. The Silent Third Floor

Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck. "You damned old hag!" she shrieked. "How dare you put the house up as collateral? This house was supposed to be my son's!" I floated midair, watching their chaos unfurl like a spectator at play. In fact, I had already discovered Dorothy's gambling habit three years ago. But before I could tell Andrew, he dragged me off to the countryside. Now, it all made sense. Three years ago, Dorothy had lied that she saw Stella push Tiana down the stairs because she'd been afraid that I'd expose her gambling addiction. She acted first, using the lie to drive me and Stella away.

"Zha, come on! We'll gonna be late if you stay in the shower any longer." Hearing Caroline's voice, I shrugged, turned off the shower, dried myself, and prepared for this day's agenda. In the living room, Zhairo and Heartly were watching a morning show on tv as they sit together on the sofa. My brother's hands were wrapped securely around Heartly's waist while her head is resting on Zhairo's shoulder. The scene made me smile, and it made me think that if Dion did not go back to the US, and if he wasn't sick, maybe we have done this a lot of times, maybe we're married now, maybe... maybe.

• • • At night in a simple house on the outskirts of London, a man was seen discussing with two women the case of finding a woman's body in the forest today. "I didn't find any animal footprints," said the man. One of the women with short hair and tomboyish style spoke. "Eric. Ofcourse, it was a bloodthirsty vampire." "I've also seen the woman's body, the bite wound is terrible," explained the long-haired woman. "We will investigate this case. It could be that this case has something to do with the previous case. That way we can uncover these cases one by one and find the culprit. That damn vampire ..." explained the man named Eric.

💥💥💥 So, how was the prologue? ______________

A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Schmidt house around two in the afternoon, snapping Cassie out of her surveillance coma. Shrinking back in her seat, she watched as Tricia emerged from the house, dressed as the floozy alter ego, and got into the Camaro. As they pulled away from the curb, Cassie recorded the plate number.

Oh God, it was starting! No no , not now. Please not now, my chest tightened painfully and my lungs struggled for air. My panic attacks were starting again, it's been three years since I stopped having them. Breathe Liam, just breathe. I stumbled towards the cupboard and yanked it open. My fingers fumbled around till I found a plastic bag. I pressed it to my lips and took quick shallow breaths. Crash! I flinched, tightening my grip around the bag. The memories I tried so hard to repress were coming back.

Today should be November 15th. I opened my eyes and glanced at the calendar on my phone. When I woke up, a doctor in a white coat was standing beside me. I remembered him; his name was Henry Lewis, my senior and also my attending doctor. Then there was another man... At this moment, he was standing in front of me, looking hostile. "You faint so easily, Mia Frank. When did you start learning how to act?" he sneered. My head throbbed for a moment, and I finally recalled his identity.

Olivia stood back and looked at me. “You want to talk Bash?” she asked me and I stared into her beautiful eyes. I didn’t, I was over this and I was over having to share her. I looked down thinking for a minute, if I stopped this it means I would have to give up Olivia and that I certainly didn’t want to do. If I had her I had to share her with Blake, it killed me and all I wanted was Olivia to be mine, completely mine. We had been a threesome for the last year and it was clear I was the only person with the problem. I think I would feel even sicker if I had to watch her be with Blake and not me. Me and Blake had been best friends since we were kids, we had shared a few women and Blake had gi