« IL EST 𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓.» cria une voix féminine. Mort ? La mort ? Mourir ? Meurt ? Meurtre ? Meurtrier ?. Il ? Lui ? Le ? Fils à ? Ami de ? Bien aimé de ? Frère de ? Uncle de ? Neveu de ? Cousin de ? Voisin de ? Père de ? Patron de ? Employé à ? Il est mort... 𝐒 𝐞 𝐮 𝐥... six pieds sous terre; personne ne va l'accompagner dans sa tombe. Personne ne prendra sa main, personne ne le prendra dans ses mains. Personne ne goûtera à ses lèvres mielleux, ni osera regarder ses yeux vineux. 𝐒 𝐞 𝐮 𝐥 . Il sera 𝐒 𝐞 𝐮 𝐥. Il ne sera pas une étoile au ciel à éclaircir nos nuits. Il ne sera pas présent là où il manquera le plus. Il deviendra un souvenir, un soupir. Il restera à jamais graver dans nos coeurs, dans nos souvenirs. On gardera l'amour, fraternité, amitié et la haine qu'il nous a offert. On restera là vivement à attendre sa rencontre et on donnera vie à son absence. On est vivants et IL EST 𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢'𝑖𝑙 𝑙'𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐼𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑠.

Quelques textes que j'ai fait. De la haine, de l'amour des questions, il y aura un peu de tout. Le but premier est de transmettre des émotions.

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

4th in the cold blooded series. For a chronological read start with 3,2,1,then 4 (5 will come soon) not as scary as the others but still spine chilling.

Relic and Ruin is now published as a Hardcover and E-book by Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the Wattpad Books Published Edition here upon purchase. ***** In a place unlike any other, two brothers set off an ancient, epic, and never-ending battle ***** The world is controlled by the Necromancers and Reapers. And Nyx Lahey, born a Necromancer, but raised a Reaper, is on the front lines. While chasing a creature that's killing young girls, Nyx gets mixed up with Erebus Salem, an undead hunter on a mission to return home but with no memory of who he is. But other beings are lurking in the shadows. They know the truth about Erebus and Nyx. They know that the pair are the Relics, the only two powerful beings in the world capable of taking down the greatest evils known to any kind. Soon, Nyx and Erebus become the hunted, and must try and escape the evil plans of the war lord, Bellum. Can Nyx and Erebus master their newfound powers, and even if they do, can they survive? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]