Turtle Creek Novels & Stories

Kareela is the elder's great-granddaughter. We went inside a room where old books are kept, there we saw an old lady holding a book that is the same size as the book of origin, and beside the old lady is the man who has wings. I held Zale by the end of his clothes and looked at him with a warning look and he just nodded out of submission. "You're here fated child of the goddess Tana and the fated child of the goddess Sedna, we would like to ask of you." I would like to just go out of this very room because this old lady is creeping the hell out of me. Her eyes are pure white, with no signs of the pupil or what-so-ever. Zale hid behind me, as if he can hide, he is basically taller than me.

“Torvis spoke to you, I see. Veille, I think it’s impossible that there aren’t a plethora of secret exits and entrances that we don’t know about. I mean, just look at the Estate: it’s an emporium of rare and exotic experiences which I gather aren’t exactly street legal elsewhere. The entire operation must revolve around keeping secrets, and I don’t just mean the ones that they’ve kept from us. Such a place would require there to be plenty of ways to move about unnoticed – probably some emergency shelters, too. I’d say it’s likely there are a few places that none besides Madam Dro herself even knows exists.” “That… could definitely affect our plans for getting out of here” I said, “for better

“From the roadway. Dead fish, floating in the river. We’re wondering what caused it. Any ideas?” The uniformed chief peered over the side, taking in the spectacle. “Not a clue. But you people need to clear off here. Now. It’s unsafe.” “Sure thing,” said Richard, collecting his daughter. “Let’s go, guys.” Truitt straightened, his clothes stuck to him. He followed Rich and Katie around the orange BRIDGE CLOSED sign, but then slowed his gait, lagging. “Ollie Echols used to live next door to you, didn’t he, Chief?” Tommy said, and Richard’s heart sank straightaway into his bowels.

He stands and wraps his hands around," he whispers in my ear, holding me tighter. I feel his breath on my ear as he presses his lips on the lobe. He moves his fingers softly up my thighs and I'm naked underneath. He starts to stroke his finger inside me softly. He puts another finger inside and now he's stroking me with two fingers. He thrusts the fingers faster and I'm squeaking. I don't want to moan loudly, especially with everyone around. Dax interrupts us and I swallow hard as Trent clears his throat and takes a step backwards. I'm still trying to catch a breath. Why the hell does Trent have to have this effect on me? Now I want to get laid more than ever. "He," Dax greets us. "I hope I

Could there? Twenty minutes later, the GPS lady told her to pull off East Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway onto Crabgrass Road and into the town of Bull Creek. The smooth asphalt street turned into a bumpy gravel road with more potholes than actual road, it seemed. Kinsey slowed down, taking in the scenery as she passed small oaks, long pines pointing accusingly at the sky, and small palms and shrubs interspersed throughout. A hawk flew overhead with slow gliding motions as it searched for its evening meal. A deer took two hops, crossing the road in front of her, and vanished into the woods as Kinsey hit the button that rolled her window down, breathing in the stifling Florida air. She was defi

It's a creek. A small flow of water that runs through the slight ravine, about four feet wide and only a few inches deep. There are smooth grey rocks lining the bank, ranging from egg to tennis ball sized. Lots of moss, vegetation and small forms of life are all over the rocks. I can see a shiny blue lizard darting past Erik's foot. There's a spot where the water is slightly deeper, and I can see what looks like tadpoles swimming around.

The long school drive had been built perpendicular over it but it retained its heavily shaded gully which was several meters deep. The creek had fed the rich imagination of many generations of teens and was the favorite setting of a whole lore of urban legends. The most notable of said legends featured the mythological "tikbalang", a local monster that was an anthropomorphic horse and smoked a long fat cigar, and the junior high student who committed suicide by throwing himself down the creek and bleeding to death. When Kate finally got out of the girls’ bathroom at six pm yesterday, it was getting dark but she made a long detour to the infamous landmark.

Later that week Jezzica and Jasper and Daniel and Jezz made one more trip up to the snowy glen halfway between Bally House and Holland's mill to release the ashes of Abegail and Wally into the waters of the upper Water Creek stream. END OF BOOK SEVEN

"I guess we could give it a go." Leon smiles, and some of the wear and worry of the last week lifts from his face, making him look both younger and charming. My heart skips a beat. Returning his smile I nod in the direction of town and head off in front of him, making him chase after my footfalls for once. Ridgecrest is a little town nestled against a wall of granite overlooking a tall gorge. Below is a long river, the striations on the rock on either side of the gorge revealing how the valley was formed.

There was no time to go back for the pictures. He heard the heavy thud of the coshey as Kree landed beside him. :To the creek, Warrior. Now!: Rhychard didn't question. He simply turned and ran to the oaks and pines that separated Harvest Fellowship from Pelican Creek. The gargoyles screeched and began to chase. From the distance, Rhychard could hear the demon's cackle.