Black Night (Ziall Story)

Black Night (Ziall Story)

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"It has been 2 years since the unmask murderer called 'Black Night', murdered an innocent family, the Horan's. The 'Black Night' let one person in the family live, Niall Horan. We are still looking for this murderer" the TV news woman said, showing up pictures of my family. Tears streamed down my face as my Aunt M turned off the TV. "I can't believe it's been two years since that horrible man killed your family" she said. Memories of the mans face gave me shivers up my shine. Black moist quiff, perfect face, incredibly strong, tawny fierce eyes, and tan brown skin. I took a deep breathe "Shall revenge and death be in Black Night's future" I threatened
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'You are going to help me acquire something very valuable,' he spoke close to my ear, his breath fanning down my neck. I looked up at the paintings in front of us, all worth millions of pounds, and then at the spot on the wall where one was missing. The knowledge of what had happened to it was giving me the adrenaline I needed to allow myself to be so close to his presence. 'Why are you trusting me with this?' I asked, turning my head slightly to face him. His green eyes met mine, a small smile turning at the corners of his lips. The room was silent as tourists filtered through the gallery, each one taking their time to focus on the artwork before them. This was a crazy proposition. I'd never been the type to run towards crazy. 'Well, you haven't told anyone yet have you? And I suspect you're seeking a little adventure.' * Atlas Hall has played it safe her whole life. Harry Styles lives for the thrill of it all. When she's recruited by the mysterious stranger, adventure awaits.

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