Under Suspicion Series Novels & Stories

“Tell me, Lucien. Was it fear? Doubt? Or was it just easier to blame me because God forbid you look at anyone else?” His eyes burned into mine. There was no flinch, no retreat. Just fire. “It was survival, Zara. Do you understand? In my world, suspicion keeps you alive. Doubt keeps you breathing. I’ve seen men die because they trusted the wrong person. I can’t afford that.” “And what am I then?” I whispered. “A suspect? A liability? A bullet you’re waiting for me to fire at your head?” For the first time, he looked away. His throat worked as if the words he wanted to say were too heavy to carry.

don't you think it looks a bit suspicious? what do you mean by that? Veronica didn't understand why her friend was suddenly suspicious of their meeting. why do you think it's suspicious? am just thinking, Susan said. I mean , we don't know anything about this guy, what if he is a dangerous person or maybe a stalker? that would explain how is constantly appearing before you right? Veronica laughed out, stalker? dangerous ? Suzie I think you have watched too many movies to be so imaginative.

“What do I want? Matthew, what on earth is going on? Where is my daughter? Where’s Maddie?” Stunned, the crowd shifted their eyes between Matthew and me. Matthew grimaced. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you mean by your daughter? Maddie is here. I think you’re delusional.” I snapped at his blatant lie. Smack! I struck Matthew right in his hypocritical face. A wave of shock spread across the room. Cassandra, pausing from her fake whimpers, stared at me in disbelief. “Matthew!” I yelled, my finger right up his face, “Drop the act. Where is my daughter?”

Bob just scoffed and mumbled sarcastically that they are currently at the Afterlife. Suyi chuckled and made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. “Did you save me from that beast?” she asked while she chopped ingredients for their meal. Although they are now souls, or undead beings, they still feel human emotions like starving, sadness, etc. “I don’t know, maybe the beast spared you” “Seriously Bob, did you? Whether you did it or not, I am still thankful.” she said as she turned her head towards him and smiled brightly, she was not yet done with her mission, and it was not yet time for her soul to vanish.

“Don’t worry. This is our little secret.” “There’s no ‘our secret’!” Suzy retorted sharply. “You’re you, and I’m me. Don’t try to lump us together!” With that, she immediately gave him the boot. “You can leave now. I’m not seeing you off.” Dylan neither agreed nor protested. Instead, he calmly said, “George’s mother might know something.” “What do you mean?” Suzy’s attention was instantly drawn. “Is there something suspicious about George’s mother?” “No,” Dylan replied. “Based on the investigation, she doesn’t have a single anomaly. But that’s exactly what makes it suspicious.

Feeling a little tingle in her nose and some moisture in her eyes, Heather held back the urge to cry as she wouldn’t allow herself to do so in front of others. “Silly girl, you don’t have to thank me for anything. Well, do you have any suspects in mind?” In an instant, he fluidly switched from a benign grandfather to an objective one. “I suspect that it was the Moriartys.” Heather directly expressed her suspicion as she couldn’t think of any other.

At least not now. After the church service, we made our way to the cemetery. The cold wind cut through my clothes, and I shivered, pulling my coat tighter around me. The sky was a dull grey, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, as if even the heavens were mourning too. The mourners gathered around the grave, their faces etched with the deep lines of sadness and fatigue. I could see Alex’s father watching me. He had been glancing at me all day, his eyes dark and unreadable. I felt the weight of his stare, the questions hanging in the air between us, unspoken but loud and clear. He was wondering about me, about this strange twist of fate that had me, the daughter of his daughter's former lover,

"Most people would have frozen in fear. You attacked an armed man." "He was threatening my daughter. I didn't think. I just... reacted." "Instinct of a mother." Something flickered in his eyes—respect, maybe, or something deeper. "You're traveling alone?" The question held no judgment, just curiosity tinged with concern. "Yes." "That's... unusual. And dangerous, as today proved." He leaned forward slightly. "Forgive me for asking, but is there no one to accompany you? No husband?" Alessia's hand tightened on the canteen. "I have a husband. Technically."

Maneuvering the wand around Katie's small baby bump, everyone quiet, Logan felt his mate's grip on his hand tighten, giving her an encouraging squeeze in return. Both of them fixated on the screen, barely able to decipher what they were seeing. "Congratulations..." Doc Evans finally spoke, his hand stopping on a certain spot on Katie's belly, "This is the reason why our Luna is feeling so under the weather." Logan stared at the screen, all he saw were dark patches, barely able to make out what the doctor was seeing, losing his patience, "I don't see anything, but blobs...!" He growled out. Doc Evans laughed, whilst Katie tilted her head sideways, also trying to see what the doctor was showin

He winked suggestively. "Pervert." I teased. "Not if I'm your future husband, Sweetheart." He flirted. "You two are creeping me out." Complained Milan for the upteenth time since we started our trip. "Son, one day you'll be doing what we're doing." Sighed Pierce. "I hope not." He disagreed scrunching his eyebrows in disgust. With a roll of my eyes, I turned to one of the stores and that's where I saw the most beautiful hoodie ever. It was a three coloured hoodie.