Mystery/Thriller
4 stories
Light as a Feather, Silent as the Grave by zaarsenist
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This is Book 3 in the Light as a Feather series. Book 1: Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board (available on Amazon & iTunes) Book 2: Light as a Feather, Cold as Marble I would like to extend a giant THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart to all of you who've stuck with these books over the last 3 years.
My Mate Is A Vampire by sillysmart
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I could feel the heat in my cheeks. He was looking at me, his hand still tangled in my hair. I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a shaky breath. He was so close to me. But I wanted him to be closer. This is close but not close enough. I don't know what took over me, maybe it was his unbearably sweet scent, I moved my face positioning it in front of his neck and... and bit. I heard a groan, probably Leo, but my eyes were closed so I have no idea. His hand around my waist tightend up and he used his other hand to gently pull my hair. His skin tasted so sweet, tasted just like honey. I've never had alcohol but, I think this is what it would feel like to be drunk.... #1 in deaths
People of the night by prettyunicorn1
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I was walking on the streets of New York one night, and a man with a black trench coat came out of the ally with a handgun and put up to my head and said...
Secret of Moonacre: Hold Me Close by booklover9876e
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Often times when I'm alone, my mind conjures up the image of the pale white moon. It's large, so large that it looks as if it could swallow dear little Moonacre in all of it's entirety. And then I feel the crushing weight of water, swirling around me. My hands frantically try to swipe the pearls off the bodice of my dress as the cold waves push me down further. My lungs cry out for air but I still plummet to the bottom of the dark ocean. When I'm finally forced to gulp down the salty liquid, I'm at peace- serene. And everything fades to black... ------------------------------------ Maria and Robin seem to be in an endless dance; one day they take a step forward, the next they take a step back. With pressure and tension mounting, will they end up together, or will someone end up with a broken heart?