Arizona Afterwards is a novel of survival. Of love and pain and struggle. And Zombies.

"I closed my eyes listening again. To my left, I heard another several crunches, and without hesitation sprinted through the trees, keeping several paces away from the deer route. In this state of being I knew full well that right this moment I resembled the same deer. Wild and dirty, running for my life away from the danger, holding my wooden weapon tight in my hand." When ordinary Stacy Jenkins started working for Animus Inc. she had no idea what she had gotten herself into. Her new boss Tyr Palus, was no ordinary boss. He was actually far from being a human. He dragged her into the world of mystery, dark secrets, and constant danger. Now she needs to do everything possible to run away and survive. However, the circumstances get her further than she had planned. Much, much further... WARNING!!! This story is copyrighted! This is original story born from my bizarre imagination and wild fantasy. I'm not going to claim myself be the genius of dark writing, but what I wrote I didn't steal from anybody. It's all plot of my imagination and my imagination only. I know it's hard to be original nowadays, but I try at least to create something that doesn't go by the original scenario or be a rewritten story of one of my fellow writers. I find it shameful and simply disrespectful to gain profit by using someone else's ideas. I've been hearing lots of stories lately about the plagiarism. The ideas of some of the writers in the community had been stolen and used. I warn you now, if you're here to steal, stay the f away from my book. I don't invest myself into empty heads of leeches. I write cause I enjoy it and want people to enjoy reading my stories. If I find any traces of my ideas in some books around here, I'll report you. Otherwise, have a great day and sleep well :) Lina :)

Pandora had always had a compulsion for lying but as her best friend, Viv chose to ignore it. Now Pandora is dead and Viv has been left with nothing but the question "why?" and a collection of sealed letters, written by Pandora before she died. When she opens the letter addressed to her, Viv is shocked to discover that her best friend had already suspected her death was imminent and so composed the collection of letters to all the people she considers important in her life - those who she lied to. In each letter, Pandora explains lies she told and the reasons for them and it is Viv's job to make sure they get to the right person. When Viv discovers that the letters could quite possibly be clues as to who murdered her best friend, she can't stop herself from opening a few. It's never been appropriate to open private mail and when Viv becomes a new target for whoever killed Pandora, it's a race against time to see if she can discover who the murderer is without becoming the next victim. The one problem with the letters is how does Viv know if what was said in the letters is actually true or not? Is it ever safe to believe a compulsive liar? beautiful cover is by the very talented @mellliflous All Rights Reserved Copyright © longtimegone Steal my work-face my wrath.

Catalaina Kittridge vanishes without a trace from her home in the dead of night, leaving behind a flurry of unanswered questions and shattered illusions. Her fiancé Ben, desperate and convinced of foul play, struggles to make sense of her disappearance as their wedding looms just months away. Catalaina's parents admit to long-held fears, while her friends whisper that her relationship with Ben may not have been as perfect as it seemed. Detective Brett Porter is assigned to the case, determined to unearth the truth behind Catalaina's disappearance. As he meticulously reconstructs her life, he discovers a web of secrets and hidden struggles---the pristine image of Catalaina's existence begins to unravel with every clue. The months leading up to her vanishing hold critical revelations, exposing the pressures, desires, and disappointments she kept hidden from everyone around her. Told in gripping, alternating voices of both Detective Porter and Catalaina herself, LOVES ME NOT dives into the unseen complexities of a woman's world, exploring how the weight of everyday expectations and forgotten dreams can drive even the happiest lives to break.

In a future of surveillance and control a student's quiet life unravels when she saves a wounded soldier in the woods and protects herself with a single lie. That moment sparks an obsession she doesn't see coming as the cold, calculating commander slowly becomes fixated on the girl. As his watch tightens around her, she builds a fragile shield of half-truths to protect her family and hide her ties to the resistance. But each lie cuts deeper and she must soon decide how far she can bend the truth before they become the bars of her own cage. ~ She cut hard into a narrow passage, shoulder grazing chipped brick, the scrape leaving a chalky smear on her sleeve. The air was stale here, smelling of damp mortar and the sour tang of rain trapped in stone. A thin blade of streetlight knifed through the end of the lane, pale gold against the black, and she fixed on it. Her pulse drove hard enough to thrum in her teeth, rattling through her skull with each step. Then the sound split the night. A Highmarch car came in sideways, metal shrieking as its tir tore across the cobbles. It slid into place, cutting the passage at the throat like a final punctuation mark. Update schedule: Mar 21, Apr 25, May 30, Jul 4, Aug 8, Sep 12, Oct 17, Nov 21 .

Lady Rowena is sent to marry Lord Aldric of Blackmare, a man who trains warhorses to bow and charge at command. Unease drives her to spy on him in the stables, fearing what sort of husband she has been given. Yet, what she sees is not cruelty, but a man who moves with quiet authority and a gentleness. After the vows, their marriage begins in unexpected warmth. Deep affection grows, but a moment of doubt fractures the trust he had built with such care and what follows is ruin. Rowena now wants to escape, but Aldric, consumed by guilt, desire and something far harder to name will not let her go. ~ She dared a glance toward the stairwell. Empty, but the sound was closer now, the faint scrape of leather against stone. "A poor choice of ground, little fox" Aldric's voice carried down the passage, low and unhurried. "There are few corners here I do not know." She pressed herself flatter against the wall, willing the shadows to keep her. From the angle of the arch she could see the faint spill of lamplight growing along the floor, the way it shivered with each step he took.

The heatwave of 1955 didn't just bring cracked roads and heavy air to Maple Hill, it brought Kitty O'Callaghan. Instead of the quiet start she hoped for with her mother, Kitty finds herself trapped under the roof of her stepbrother Johnny - a brooding mechanic who sees in her every trace of the woman he resents. What begins as aggression soon turns to desire. Johnny soon wants more than her fear. He wants her softness, her trust, her heart. And nothing will stand in his way. Not her tears. Not her defiance. Not even her hate. ~ He lowered himself to the edge of the bed, the quilt dipping beneath the weight of his knee. His hand lifted, brushing the stray curl aside, fingertips grazing the smooth line of her cheek. Then he leaned in, his breath warm at her ear. "Kitten..." His voice slipped through the quiet. "Wake up." At first she only stirred, a small sound catching in her throat as her brow drew tight. "C'mon now. Look at me." His hand lingered near her face. Fingertips brushing her cheek once more in a slow movement. Her lashes fluttered once, twice. Then her eyes opened, heavy with sleep. For a second she only stared, unseeing, then the blur sharpened landing seeing his face so close to hers. Her whole body jolted, shoulders driving into the pillow as if to put distance where there was none. Her legs kicked under the blanket, the sheets twisting around her ankles. Her mouth opened, dragging in a sharp, startled breath as a scream began to claw its way up from her chest. But it never made it out, he was ready. His hand clamped down hard over her mouth. Her eyes filled with instant panic. She froze. Then fought.

Helena Alton accepts a summer position at Wetherbrook Hall, expecting only to maintain the discipline of her student and the structure of her days. But she quickly draws the attention of Reginald Sutton: eccentric, wealthy and far too used to getting what he wants. What begins as pursuit and quiet opposition soon sharpens into a psychological dance of control, restraint and unspoken obsession. Reginald orchestrates a game that shifts the very walls of the house to bring her closer. The question is no longer whether she'll leave, but how long he'll let her think she can. ~ She gasped and twisted, but he'd already swept her off the ground in one ridiculous, showman's flourish. Her feet dangled, skirts swaying, while his laughter puffed warm and self-satisfied behind her ear. "Oh, darling canary" Reginald mused, as though this were all her fault, "you do make it so very easy."

"The lasts. The people left over." Ariel Thompson, a recent -and emotionally loss - college graduate, ends up at an NFL game with old college friends. The very same college friends, who --after hundreds of peers witnessed her great humiliation -- disappeared and betrayed her. When a freaky thunderstorm shuts down the city and traps thousands of fans inside the stadium, not only does Ariel try to survive with her betrayers (including the guy who humiliated her, who she may still be in love with) the roof starts to collapse, a known season ticket holder wrecks havoc, fans vanish from their friends' sides, and the rebirth of an infamous urban legend causes panic no one was ready to deal with. Except one... Tracy Earth, a mysterious woman, appearing out of the chaos around them, seemingly knowing what's going on. *An emotional, survival-of-the-fittest, story filled with rich tension, unforgettable drama, and horrifying suspense morphed into seat-grabbing thrill, follow Ariel as she's forced to use survival skills she's never learned as both Mother Nature and foul creatures attack the stadium*