At Willard's department store, none of the night security guards survive for long, and eighteen-year-old Daniel Gale is about to discover why. "At the heart of it, Night Shift is a haunting love story. It is equal parts moving and chilling, which is what makes it so excellent." - Carmen Ho @ HQ ***** Tired of living out of his backpack, Daniel ignores the rumors about the old building being haunted and accepts the latest vacated position of night guard at Willard's department store. As his life becomes more entwined with Willard's, Daniel senses unnatural changes and bizarre coincidences. Soon he begins to suspect Willard's is hiding something more sinister than gossip about ghosts - something that could make him the next casualty of the night shift. Now available as Paperback and Kindle! https://a.co/d/fy7RuHF

CASE: CLOSED "She's dead now, and there's nothing we can do about it." --- Kasia Andrews expects very little on a Monday morning. Until, whilst locked in the PE store cupboard, accompanied with basket balls, netballs, soccer balls and the guy that she doesn't really know anymore, Charlie Allen, they both uncover the diary of the recently deceased Devin Hill. © 2014 imogen timby.

Lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow - the princess in a fairytale we grew up with. Now let me tell you another one. This girl with the bloody lips and silver eyes rewrites her fate and watches kingdoms burn. ALERT: minimum romance (so if you're looking for a lot of smut and fluff this mayn't be the book for you 😅) ✨Highest ranking: 23rd in #fairytaleretelling✨

And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts

we're all villains in the end © 2017 mars

What if a guy on the radio tells you how he died?

𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: Two meddling teenagers and one very, very small town. Slowly add a growing body count. Mix well until mystery thickens. One serial killer? Optional.

kings and queens fall at your glory

grecian civil war

they say baia valontiu was a city of opportunity, once. before the fires came. the first fire was two hundred years ago. no-one remembers exactly how it started, whether it was an errant spark or an act of arson; what everyone agrees is that it was devastating. three out of four buildings reduced to ashen shells, far more grief than a city could handle. but they rebuilt, covering over their losses and starting anew ― and they almost made it. the second fire was fifty years ago. two years after the first greatship returned to baia valontiu's harbour. still, no-one knows quite how it began, only that the only surviving buildings were the stone ones. everything else, simply hollow ― but once again, they rebuilt. they raised their city higher, yet again burying the ghosts and grief. this time, though, they left people behind: the people beneath, the lost and forgotten. this time, something was missing from the city above; this time, the city had grown claws. the third fire hasn't come yet, but they say it will. smaller blazes break out across the city, each stopped, each one lending venom to people's whispers. maybe it's this poisoned speculation that turned the city sour, cut-throat, only offering its sweet opportunities to those willing to spill blood for them. those like beatrice vulpes, a child of the ashes, orphaned in a boat fire. her surname means fox, but they don't call her that; if they have to address her at all, they call her dog. clever, but dangerous too: she leads a gang of thieves and swindlers, running just outside the reach of both the law and the iron circle. it isn't enough. when a stranger offers her the reward of a lifetime, bea finds herself tasked with a suicidal mission: to venture into the bowels of the city, to venture beneath, to kill the most powerful man in the city. and maybe, just maybe, to find it in her shrivelled heart to save her city.