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Reverie Taylore used to run from the past, now she runs from the truth. A CLEAN SHORT STORY The link to the paperback copy on Amazon is posted below. If you enjoyed it, please give it a review on Goodreads, Amazon or let me know in the comments! Thanks! https://www.amazon.com/Shoelaces-Dont-Tell-Midnight-Horrors/dp/B09HG199XZ/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=shoelaces+don't+tell+of+midnight+horror&qid=1633656541&sr=8-1

May 15th is a day Sage Buckley will never forget. It is the day Porter, her brother, went missing. He didn't come home and no one had seen him. The walls held all the town's secrets. As the harrowing minutes, hours, and days pass, the walls began to whisper clues to Sage - the only one who can hear them.

This is the SEQUEL to Abducted Sapphire has endured through a lot, is she ready to move forward, or is this just the beginning of another catastrophe crumbling her world as she knew it.

In the shadowy realms of organized crime, a rain-soaked encounter sets the stage for a harrowing escape. Sarah, an ordinary teenager, and her family flee into a quiet town, leaving behind a life they dared not keep. But secrets have a way of catching up, and Sarah's path leads her deeper into a world of danger. Just when she thinks she's seen it all, a life-altering accident reveals hidden powers within her, propelling her into a suspenseful journey where the line between hero and villain blurs. As she unravels the mysteries of her newfound abilities, she uncovers a chilling web of deceit that will leave readers on the edge of their seats.

Where the law rots, monsters are hunted by worse ones. Arjun Reddy doesn't save people-he erases them. He drags men through their own filth until concrete cracks their skulls and their sins clot in their throats. Mercy is a word for people who sleep at night; he sleeps with a loaded gun and wakes with bruised knuckles. There's no god in him, no softness-just a cold, grinding engine that turns chaos into order, one broken body at a time. Justice isn't blind; it's gutted and bleeding in an alley, and Arjun is the one holding the blade. Then comes Rhea Sengupta. To the careless eye, she's quiet wounds and downcast eyes. Look closer: she's the fire that remembers every chain that ever held her. Her gentleness isn't weakness-it's a blade sheathed in silk. She doesn't break; she detonates, and the blast radius takes everything. Their meeting isn't love-it's collateral damage. Two predators circling the same grave, bound by what they've burned. This is survival through violence, a reckoning written in blood and the silence that follows a scream.

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Akira Thriller · Dark Romance · Age Gap Akira Rathore has spent her life in the disciplined shadow of her father, Arjun - a respected martial arts trainer in one of the city's most prestigious schools. She knows the rules. Keep your guard up. Never start a fight you can't finish. Trust no one. But when her father disappears without a trace, those rules aren't enough to keep her safe. Searching for him drags her into a world she never knew existed - a world of blood oaths, silent wars, and a man whose name the underworld whispers with fear. Rudra Pratap Singh. Cold. Lethal. Untouchable. He claims to have answers about her father. He also claims her. Caught between the truth she needs and the danger he is, Akira must decide... Will she fight him? Or will she survive by surrendering to the darkness that wants her?