Turtle Creek Novels & Stories

she replied, assuring him that he is not to be blamed at all for what happened. Paul patted her head gently, feeling emotional. He is sad that Serene lost the baby. But he didn't mention that infront of her, worried that it might make her feel sadder. .... Creekwood is a beach destination. Beautiful beaches, blue waters, and small islands. The revenue for Creekwood is mostly by tourism. The shipping yard in Creekwood is where the Mafia transports and trade their goods. All the outfits use the port in Creekwood for shipping. The boss of Creekwood would receive a share for safe transport.

She looks at the window. "I was fourteen," Rhea says. "It was a Tuesday. I remember because it was the day I had to go to the eastern creek to get water for my mother. The creek is right near the neutral zone. Everyone knows you don't go past the markers. It's safe as long as you stay on our side." "And you saw something at the creek?" I ask.

I blinked for what seemed a millisecond and she was gone. She was taken from us during a hot summer, 12 years ago. I live close to the San Jacinto River, here in a small town called Crosby, a suburb of Houston. I was swimming in the river, in a private beach area that was only reserved for homeowners who lived in my neighborhood.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Every time Alex’s friend’s older brother took his truck out on the paths he would track further and further out, almost like he was mapping it. Of course, if what Seth said was true, about Hetrick wanting to go as far as near Roger Brook, then it would be the farthest Alex had ever gone outside of home on his own, so naturally he was a bit excited. Roger Brook was a small creek about seven miles out from his home that extended down from Oseetah Lake and flowed into the Adirondacks. It was hardly more than trees and rough paths out there, so what exactly were they expecting to find, he wondered.

Tessaly's Gift The third eastern resonance site was a shallow pool fed by a spring that had not stopped flowing in any recorded history—small, clear, the water neither warm nor cold but something between that defied the seasonal temperature. The trees around it had grown in a perfect circle without any human arrangement. The site had not been in any Blackmoor record; it existed only in Tessaly's grandmother's hand-drawn maps, labeled in the compact notation of a woman who had spent her life studying things that resisted formal documentation.

“Follow the river to the Heads, cut north to Neutral Bay. We beach near Willoughby Creek—Wonga Road. From there it’s residential. No numbers on what’s out—so we adapt, improvise, survive.” Zak braced beside him. “If you’re this crazy now,” he yelled back, “I’d love to see you in combat.” “You wouldn’t,” Jake said, not looking away. Mid-boat, Tara crouched over a tablet map glowing blue. “Exact landfall?” Jake leaned, tapped just north of the bay. “Here. Wonga Road.”

But I'd rather just not face that, and he knew it. He drove out to a field passed his parents' farm, and I knew where he was going before we actually got there. Twin Creeks had been named that for a reason. There was a creek that ran through Cross Acres and another from the opposite side of the Burins' farm, and in the backmost part of their property, the two converged. It had made their soil rich and their family wealthy. That spot had always been where Charlie and Austin had held parties in high school, and when their family had large gatherings, it was always where the creeks merged. There was a huge tree that grew right where the rivers created a V that provided an umbrella of shade. I'd

As they drove in, Bella stared around in awe, they had not exaggerated when they had said the Del Gato compound was majestically built, because it was indeed, tall, very tall palm trees filled the area and a waterfall in it's midst. Bella stared around in amazement, her lips ajar. The car halted and she inhaled for a while ready to meet her Mr Man, her mother gave her a small kiss on the cheeks afterwards. "Dante Cassato himself" a thick masculine voice exclaimed. Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping.

Minutes passed before Tiana got up deciding to call Jason to find out where he was since their family and guests had begun arriving. "The art gallery on Peach Street," Nia replied answering my question and I frowned not being able to remember exactly where each Street was located. "Is that after Clarke Avenue?" "Yeah, the first right turn," she clarified and I nodded a mental image appearing as my mind quickly offered the memory of the place she was referring to. "You own that?" I asked surprised as Britts grip on my thigh tightened slightly. "Yeah," "The art there is amazing, I've been there multiple times" "Those are actually her paintings," Britt pointed out leaving absolutely mind blown,