Unmortricken Review Novels & Stories

"Should I fix on my own or he hired some makeup artists in his house?" "Yes miss he hired someone and you'll come with him to his house." "Oh! Okay." The boxes have a logo named Experansa, which is an expensive brand. It has a shiny red gown inside, while the other box has a five inches red pump and the last one which is the smallest among the three boxes contains a necklace, bracelet and earrings. My jaw drop when I tried it out. "This is so damn gorgeous," I said and turned around. I'm in the middle of admiring myself in the mirror when my phone beeped and it was a message from Brigor

"Let's go check it out." We make our way over a rusted fence and through the backyard to peer in through the broken windows. The inside is dark and musty, with debris scattered all over the ground. "It's perfect," Damon says. "We just need to clean it up a bit and set up the ritual." I try the back door, but it's locked, a heavy padlock on it. As much as I hate breaking and entering, I have no choice. Gathering my supernatural strength, I kick the door. The force breaks the padlock and splinters the wood.

My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror. It cocked its hairless head, and I flinched as its grotesque features seemed to flow and contort. The sunken pits of its eye sockets split into open, oozing geysers. Blood and rank gray matter poured over its cheeks in rivulets as two baleful yellow orbs blinked into existence inside those spurting wounds. The smile widened into an impossibly broad slash, unhinging its jaw with a sickening pop. It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

"I will never be able to understand, Camille. Not in this lifetime. If you're really sorry, then stop coming around. Leave me alone." Camille's head snapped up. She stared at me with bloodshot eyes, her lips moving soundlessly, searching for words that wouldn't come. I didn't wait for them. I turned and walked away. The security footage of Bryce harassing my mother was pulled. It proved a direct connection between him and her death. Bryce panicked. When he saw me, he broke down completely, begging and blubbering, putting on a performance of deep remorse. But I wasn't a fool. I would never forget the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as Mom was wheeled away. I would never forget what h

Spinning a soul-gem between skeletal fingers. "You look thin, Lumira." Dexter's voice was a low, melodic growl. He adjusted silk lapels. Midnight-black suit. Eyes flashing with predatory, paternal heat. "I find my goddaughter forced into a death match with a flea-bitten mongrel while school security watched." "It was a corrupted werewolf, Uncle D." I sipped the tea. Perfect. "And I won." "You did more than win." Morthos interjected. Voice like dry leaves skittering over a tombstone. He leaned forward. Pale, translucent skin stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. "You tore the veil. But you were hurt. Someone will pay in marrow for that."