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With journalists from the national tabloids and broadsheets in attendance, she wasn't going to miss this opportunity to twist the knife. Whittaker's attack on her was still very fresh in her mind.'We don't believe that the general public are in danger, but we would urge people not to approach the suspect. She may be armed and her behaviour is unpredictable. If anyone sees Suzanne Cooke, they should dial 999 immediately.''What is her connection with the recent deaths in Southampton?' The killer question from The Times.'We are still trying to establish the full facts of the situation,' Helen replied, noting Emilia's cynical eyebrow rise in response, 'but we believe she may have been actively involved in inciting the murders of Sam Fisher and Martina Robins.'Helen tightened a notch internally. It had been a tough call whether or not to mention Martina in the briefing. If the press got on to this and tracked down Caroline, the game would be up. There was no way she would be able to hold back telling them chapter and verse about Suzanne's diabolical role in these murders.'Is it true that you've been promoted, Inspector?' Garanita forced her way back into the conversation.
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I'll Track You Down
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Trapped in Heaven [Book: 1] - EDITED
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Patchworked Hearts {SAMPLE}
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𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒 , 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 18+ .. 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘. **expert** " how dare you touch my husband! " her voiced echoed in the old building. shaking the whole atmosphere . her gazed roamed around the men in Black who were now trembling at her sight. inbetween of them , a man was tied with chains on a chair . his whole face was covered with blood and he was half fainted. her jaw clenched and . her eyes darkened as she looked at her husband's condition. the man opened his eyes slowly as he heard the familiar voice . he looked up and his eyes widened. infront of him , her wife , was standing with a dark look on her fair face , her eyes darkened and her jaw clenched. he froze as he hadn't seen his innocent, delicate , wife in this look before. he mumbled in low voice " Scarlett" and she looked at him . " are you ok? " she asked , her faint smile emerging on her face as she stared at him . he nodded , hissing with pain . " all of you will die ! " she spoke smirking ,breaking her knuckles. *** what happened to Scarlett? and who is she ? , the same innocent woman jerone Kyle married 9 months ago. "jerone Kyle " the wealthiest buisnessman of Arizona . the heartthrob and the playboy . heart ? what is this ? . he hated love. feelings. he was forced to marry the daughter of Damian king. because of a collaboration between their companies by his f8ather. he thought he could do everything as his wife was so innocent and pathetic. but is she really poor and pathetic as she seems to be ? Amd there is one more who is obsessed with her cruelty, GIOVANNI ROMANO! WHO WON'T LET OF her at any cost . Who will win the woman ? get into the story of jero
Ragged Girl
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. He pulled open the door and headed for me with a smile that made my skin crawl. I withdrew my gun from my bag and hid it under the table. "Ah Blake Reid. At last we meet!" He pulled out the chair directly across from me. "Who are you and why have you been following me?" I growled. "I'm the man who is going to kill you," he gave me a masochistic smile. I withdrew my gun from its place under the table. It was pointed between his eyes and I took pleasure in the shock that was on his face. He had only gotten his gun halfway out. The staff was still unaware of me holding a gun to this man's head because they were all around back in the kitchen. "Sorry, but that's just not going to happen," I said sweetly. "In such a public place? How brazen of you," he challenged in a shaky voice. "Yes, all the staff is in the back where they can't see us. Oh and if you didn't notice, there's a silencer on my gun. Say good-bye my dearie," I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through his head. Blake Reid isn't your normal 17 year old. She's an assassin on her last case... or so she hopes. She is having difficulty with memories of her past and can't seem to get out of her shell, even though that is one of the biggest assets needed for her assignment. She will also face many obsticales; some of which she may not survive. Join her in the choas and death she calls her life. (Cover created by Vico96, an amazing friend of mine. Check him out!)Lengkap
Binding Before War
Samuel left the magical world when he was a child, refusing to return to tyrannical Church that leads his fellow harrolds. Naomi has lead the magical world since she was a child, a matriarchal leader for dragons, a race run by family hierarchies. Their paths never should have crossed, and when they do, it's immediately too late. How can a bond be formed when their lives are at odds? - *Samuel Vera* "It's this woman," I said, shocking both Ben and Bale. "She's-" I laughed to myself, relaxing as I spoke about her. "-She's actually always so mad at me, and she's fucking terrifying but she's also so distracting." My tone lowered down to a groan as I finish, "I didn't even have a meeting today, they canceled it, I just couldn't focus grading these multiplication tables." "Has a mere mortal managed to catch the eye of the great and powerful Samuel Vera?" Ben teased, sounding awed and offended, an act as he once more made me regret telling him who I was. Next time, don't tell friends you're a magical being, got it... "Shut up, Ben," Bale said, though he was grinning at the tease nonetheless. "Sam is never going to bring girls over if you're so... 'Funny'." "I beg to differ," Ben said. "My teasing creates an air of informality that comforts many people. You, for example, have always been drawn to my open and honest personality." "Always is a bit of a stretch-" "-And, you know what? She would probably actually punch me," I said. I hadn't stopped talking about Naomi, going through our five minutes of history as Ben and Bale bickered as couples do. "Even if she knew, I don't think she'd care, most women, they're so..." "Non-violent?" Bale said, sounding as if he were worried for my sanity, "Unlikely to attack you?" "Now now Bale," Ben said. "Sam likes a bit of action in his life, he's a wild child." *** Trigger Warnings: N/A- If you find something I have overlooked (which may happen, I've read this book a million times) please let me know and I will update!Lengkap
Falling Tower
**Unedited** "She can't come to the phone right now. I'll be happy to take a message for you." My blood runs cold. "Where is she? What have you done to her?" He doesn't say anything and I don't hear her. I start to panic. "Nothing, yet." "If you touch her-" "What Luke?!" He cuts me off. I bite my lip and pass my hand through my hair. "What could you possibly do to me that you haven't already done?!" My eyes starts to water. This lunatic would hurt her and I knew he would. "I beg you," I tell him. "I'll do anything you want. Just leave her be. I'll meet you wherever you want. Take me, please, just leave her out of this." I hear Jasmen crying. "See, but where would all the fun be in that? I could smack you around, take away your fancy cars, and you'd be fine. But if I do this-" I hear Jasmen screaming again. What the hell was he doing to her? I swore the minute I got the chance too, I was going to kill him. "No, please stop! For fuck sake, please!!" I felt helpless. I was letting her down in the biggest way. "See what I mean. This beautiful doll is your Achilles heel man. And you won't like it, she won't like it, but I am going to enjoy this next part." Having uprooted her entire life for love, Jasmen finds herself stuck in London with Heartbreak and penniless. She soon finds a job at a big company and falls for CEO, Lucas Bowers. After a whirlwind romance, the shades are pulled from her eyes. Can this new, awakening relationship survive Lucas past? Or will one or both lose their lives because of his lies and deceit?Lengkap
Still Not Out
Shubman Gill and Abhishek Sharma had three things in common: 1. Cricket. 2. Questionable life choices. 3. Falling for the same woman. They had everything-money, charm, and a questionable amount of free time to annoy their lawyer, Maira Negi . Until the BCCI chairman was found murdered. And somehow, these two certified idiots woke up as prime suspects. The crime? Brutal. The evidence? Bad. Their defense? Even worse. "I mean, I wasn't even in the country that day-wait, was I?" - Shubman "Would a guilty man wear pink Crocs to a crime scene? Think about it." - Abhishek Then came the media circus. "From Cricket Heroes to criminals?" Debates. Speculations. Memes. "Should we be worried that 'GILLTY' is trending?" - Abhishek "Bro, they made a Netflix documentary about us in under 4 days." - Shubman Maira Negi had handled a lot of bizarre cases in her career. But nothing prepared her for defending two cricketers whose biggest worry-even as murder suspects-was impressing her. "So... would now be a bad time to ask you out?" - Shubman, while being interrogated. "If we go to jail, do conjugal visits apply to lawyers?" - Abhishek, just being Abhishek. What irked her most wasn't the case. It wasn't even the fact that the evidence against them was disturbingly solid. No. What drove her insane was that these two were still flirting with her as if they weren't one step away from life in prison. The deeper Maira dug, the worse it got-hidden motives, betrayals, a setup so elaborate it made no sense. And worst of all? She wasn't entirely sure if they were innocent or not? Because in this game, fools don't just fall in love.They fall straight into a trap.. Genre - ( Rom-com , thriller , crime )
WARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggestions are most welcome. Reproduction of any part of this original story is prohibited. PROLOGUE Head investigator, Brent Sherwood found a very distraught young woman at the crime scene. She was hiding in the walk-in closet behind the hanging wardrobes of the dead man. Her eyes were wary and scared. He asked for her name. "Nikola", she whispered in thick Italian accent. Her voice was full of anguish and despair . "Are you the dead man's daughter?" Brent asked the young woman whose exotic beauty was covered with sweat, tears and great fear. She shook her head and mumbled, "Wife". There's a pang of regret that stuck in his throat. In that moment of disbelief, he immediately erased that first impression to console a bereaved woman. Whoever believes in love at first? Such foolishness should be deleted off his mind. His feelings must not cloud his judgement. He must act in accordance to his job even if it's his first time to admire a woman after 3 years in solitude. Did she kill her husband? That's the question he must unravel before focusing on his own personal motive.
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