'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...

"Captain, please reconsider. There's no way I'll be able to work with her. She's reckless, she doesn't follow orders, and she's a danger to the operation. Bounty hunters will sell out anything for the right price. What makes you think we can trust her?" "I'm not asking you to trust her. I'm asking you to trust me." "I do. But I don't need her, Captain, I'm perfectly capable of doing this on my own..." * * * Maize Ember is the most cunning and most feared Bounty Hunter in all of New York City. She's ruthless, but she's the best. She can take down any criminal, she can fight any bad guy, and most importantly, she does not take crap from anyone. Not even Alec West, the top ranked detective in the precinct and her unspoken competitive rival. But when a new case comes to light, and Alec and Maize find themselves going on a high risk mission, together, they can't believe it. With the help of each other they must protect a long ago friend of Alec's, an undercover cop that holds valuable information that could bring down the Crime Syndicate that has been terrorizing the streets for years. Can they put their distasteful feelings towards each other aside for the sake of the mission? Alec doesn't think he can trust anyone. Maize doesn't trust anyone. What will the two do when they realize they stumbled into something much bigger than themselves - and that an old ghost from Maize's past might be back to haunt them both? It all comes down to a game of cat and mouse... Featured on Wattpad reading lists: •Mystery Thriller •Action •General fiction •Dangerous Love #1 mystery-thriller 08-09-20 #1 spy 08-08-20 #4 detective 10-22-20 #1 nypd 03-14-20 #4 fbiagent 07-11-20 #1 hatelove 10-15-20 #11 bounty hunter 01-08-21 #10 hatelove 02-28-21 #10 strongfemalecharacter 06-12-21 Includes: Action/Adventure/Romance/Humour/Mystery/Suspense/And a whole lot of kicking but ;)

Mildred Halls is a mental home that hosts the strangest and most dysfunctional adolescents. After the death of her mother, nineteen-year-old Fern Delkim relocates into the mental home. When she becomes comfortable living there, Tari Clyburn, a girl who cannot take care of herself moves in, and Fern is forced to become her caretaker. The problem? Tari has not spoken to anyone for over a year and she is planning to keep it that way. As the two girls bond, Fern will stop at nothing to unravel the mystery behind Tari's silence.