Two kids murdered and the school teacher, Eve Lafeyette is suspected. She reached out to Vic Davidson, a renowned unstable journalist who only decides to help her just for his own selfish interest. Will Eve be able to save her name and at the same time save the lost souls?
Aahhhhh
Great woke up with a start. His shirt soaked in sweat even with the chilly air of November crept into the room through his broken window. Bad dreams. He tried to remember what exactly made it him scream but he couldn't. He yawned and turned to the side of his bed. Scratching his ear, he got up from the bed and stretched his legs. It was almost dawn and the house was strangely quiet.
Clumsily, he made his way into the sitting room.
"Tony!" he called out.
No response.
"Pfft. Tony's still asleep "he scoffed.
He thought of going to his parent's room but he'll pass. His parents hated him going up there. Merely because he was...
No. Not that forbidden word. Today was special. No sad thoughts today. 26th November has always been a sacred day for Great. His dog, Nick died around this time two years ago. And he swore on every 26th November, he would keep his mind pure and filled with "happy thoughts" just for Nick.
He strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of coke from the refrigerator.
Buzz, Buzz
The lights were fluctuating. Gave the house the creepy haunted look. He wanted to change the light bulbs yesterday but his mom warned him not to.
"you're just thirteen. Don't start acting like a grownup." he mimicked banging the refrigerator's door hard.
"I can't even think for myself. I hate this place."
He grabbed a bag of chips and headed back to his room. As he passed Tony's room, a brilliant thought came to his mind.
"What if I scare him? Just a little " he grinned. He dropped the snacks in his bed ,took off his bunny shoes and sneaked into Tony's room.
Something wasn't right here. The door was slightly opened. Someone got into Tony's room before him. His mom? Obviously not. She was out with her friends. His dad? He's out too. Out cold.
He pushed the door slowly. Tony's study table was arranged as usual with his colourful picture-books all stacked up. His bed welldressed and his toys surrounded his bedlamp. The only thing missing was Tony.
"Tony?" This came out as a whisper. Scared, he began searching. Under the bed, inside the closet but he wasn't there.
Where did he go?
The basement. That's the only place he would be at this time. Once he finds him, he'll smack the shit put of him for making him worried and scared for nothing.
The basement was dark ,cold as a mountain and smelt of old clothes and wet wood. His stomach churned. He couldn't find the light switch. Plunging into the dark, his mind began racing.
*What if he's not here?*
"Tony!" he called out.
The backdoor was opened. He could see the early morning light rays crawling into the basement. Great panicked. Tony wouldn't have opened it, would he? Did he run away?
He saw something that somewhat resembled a large heap of clothes. Summoning courage, he went closer.
*No..*
HE was all curled up. Hands tied to his his back and a piece of cloth in his mouth. Dark stains of blood on his shorts. His shirt had being torn off. Just the chest region.
He froze for a second. He tried screaming but his mouth was dry. He pissed on himself.
"No..No.."
He fell to his knees, crawling just to get closer to him. None of this was happening. It's just a nightmare. Nothing else.
The pAir of lifeless eyes sucked the life out of him. It was HIM.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he threw his hands and began rocking him.
"There, there. Big brother's here.."
The Devil stood watching the strange ritual between the brothers and smirked.
26th November's the devil and it just knows the right spot to hit him.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her— "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."