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The little child can't even scream with how fast Alvin brought him inside the coaster. When Chad was about to say something, one of Alvin's men put a handkerchief on his nose and mouth. Chad fainted. Alvin started to smoke when they were now heading to their hideout. An abandoned industrial site in a remote area. "Done," he said. He relaxed now while watching N*****x inside the coaster. Everything is perfectly done. He smiled. He was watching Chad while he was at sleep. "I am sorry little boy, I will make it quick then. I will not let you suffer that long," he said while touching his hair.

Now. Locations shifted like moods: Victor’s lake house for long nights of slow, drawn-out torment; Damien’s secluded cabin in the pines where no one could hear her scream; Reid’s sleek downtown penthouse with its mirrored walls that let her watch every angle of her own ruin. And the quick, dangerous ones—Victor’s black truck parked in the shadowed lot behind the construction office after a “late meeting,” her bent over the console while the three of them took turns in the cramped space, windows fogged, her father’s building just across the lot.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

And then a plague hit the land and wiped the world of its beautiful palm trees, towering glass buildings, and self-driving machines that can take you to faraway places. The plagues, called the Death Waves, were said to have lasted for decades. The people’s medical system and high-powered machines could not beat their unseen enemy. When the plague finally went away on its own, the Old World became no more. More than half of the world died, and the remaining half killed for survival. In fear of another Death Wave, the people abandoned their societies and hid inside caves and under the ground. They protected themselves and trusted no one. At night, they would sneak unto their neighbors and stea

She guessed it made sense for her subconscious to draw upon a setting she knew so well. She found it quite amusing to dream about a dystopian San Diego, because in many ways the place was not all that different from a volkaane settlement. The energy fields produced by electrical and battery-operated vehicles and appliances attracted dangerous portals to another world, so they had been dismantled and outlawed. There were no cars, no televisions, no phones—her subconscious must have played a role in that, too. In any case, Rave certainly would have felt right at home in such a place.

†† Dalia Grey She didn't know how she woke up or even how she'd gotten home, the visions had assaulted her in waves, plunging her into despair, horrible visions they were, twisted and warped in every possible way always ending with her dying in crude despicable ways. She'd awoken much earlier than her counterpart and had begun blindly stumbling home, that's when the incidents begun it started out with everyone she'd seen, all gazing at her like she'd grown sixteen fricking heads, staring mesmerized at something about her, treating her like she was a damned goddess Needless to say, she'd spent no money coming home and that was an added advantage, but she was much too conflicted to care, confl

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint