Zero Dark 30 Book Novels & Stories

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I was doing just fine until his shadow stretched into the room. Then I felt him. When I finally lifted my eyes, my breath stalled in my chest. Zeke stood there without a shirt, black trousers sitting low on his hips, secured by a simple belt. His hair was a mess, and his damp fingers must have raked through it, leaving dark strands to fall into his eyes, softer and more dangerous than before. He looked… undone. Less guarded. Less like the man who’d walked into my house earlier and more like the one I used to know all too well.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

And as he stood there, the darkness closing in around him, he realized that nothing—nothing—would ever be the same again. Hi dear readers, this book is gently reaching completion at exactly 120k+ words, please engage.

One of these days I will release a book, of a mystical nature, so nothing special, but I tried to reflect the reality that they are among us. - Hmm, that would be interesting to read. Duk says in a slightly lowered voice. - What will be the title of your book? - "Those who live in darkness." I will send you one copy, tell me your address. Duke hesitated for a moment and replied: “Uh, it’s very kind of you to send her to Oak branch five, flat seventeen.” - Well, one of these days it already goes into wide circulation. Your first book. Conrod looked at his watch.

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."

The finality of Julian Thorne’s death brought a strange, heavy stillness to the Scriptorium. For the first time in three generations, there was no Thorne plotting in a tower and no Vane hiding in a basement. The "Black Ledger" was a closed volume, and the "Living Script" had become the oxygen of a new global economy. But for Thomas, the silence wasn't empty it was vibrating.

9 3 Days Later It had been the longest three days I had ever lived. These days were my nightmares, I cried, gave up, stood again, fell down and again held my broken pieces together from falling deeply under my eyes. I had been keenly conscious about my surroundings, more than I should’ve had. Everything that moved with me or every person as far as I could see seemed like a threat. I studied them if they meant to harm or stalking me; even if that was a disable man minding his own business. Wherever I went I felt like being chased along with getting precisely observed by some unseen force which denied to appear in front of me,

But tonight was different. She was the only one left standing. The rest of her clansmen... her family... Her fingers trembled around the handle. All she ever wanted was to have a home. A home for dark witches who were despised by both races. Her forehead wrinkled deeply. They had to pay! Pain spread through her body whenever she breathed, each wound reminding her how close she was to her limit. Her lips trembled. "Who the hell are you?" She had fought and slaughtered countless werewolves to care about their names, but not this one... He was still standing even after everything she threw at him.