Ten years ago, legendary author Riley Cannon produced three of the best-selling thriller novels of all-time. Then, she vanished, leaving the final three books of the saga unfinished and producing the biggest mystery in the history of publishing. Now, a decade later, there is word from her mega-agent, the glamorous and powerful Topaz Kennedy, that a new Cannon novel is all-but-finished. But, Topaz knows the truth: Riley Cannon hasn't even started the book. With the clock counting down to the publication date, desperate measures are needed...Meanwhile, in the sunrise-side town of Hampstead, Michigan, thirty-five-year-old Kaj Reynard emerges from Lake Huron on a cool June night and falls face down on the beach next to a fading bonfire-with a knife stuck in his back. Who murdered him? And why?Enter veteran Hampstead P.I. Obadiah Ben-David, a man who has never taken on a case that he couldn't solve. But this mystery is different. The only piece of evidence is the knife, which has no prints. Not a soul saw or heard a boat that night, and the woman sitting by her bonfire did not see anyone else in the water. It is almost as if the deep blue waters of Lake Huron killed Kaj Reynard, and the Huron breezes blew him to shore.With Hampstead in jeopardy of losing its summer revenue from vacationers who are chilled to their bones of a murderer on the loose, Ben-David takes on an apprentice-a computer coder, Rachel Roberts, who lives down the beach from where Kaj came ashore. Bored by her solitary existence behind a screen all day, Rachel thinks that becoming a P.I. would be a welcome sea change in her own life. But neither of them can foresee the tangled web of lies, treachery, and danger they will encounter.Get The Book >> https://amzn.to/3Iaj7nk
Lucifer and Alastor and never get along unless...Lucifer forms a crush on Alastor :0 DUN DUN DUNNNDJDGDHND
"it hurts like hell to be torn apartand it hurts like hell to be thrown around"
Sage:After 11 years of mental and physical abuse, you're bound to hate life and its people. So that's what I do. I can't help it I just don't like people except for Grandma Mary who took me in after my parents had finally gotten out of my life. So why was I starting to make exceptions to the new guy in town? It could be his accent, I'm a sucker for the british.Jaxon(Jax):People never understood, so I stopped explaining. Yes, I come from a wealthy family and yes, I did get everything I wanted except for love. My father was a drunk who abused my mother but always made up for it by buying expensive jewelry. Well, at least when she was alive. Now he does the same with my stepmom. When I turned 16 he started doing the same to me. So finally when I had my finances in check and enough money, I decided to move in with an old friend of mine in the US.
Nine diffrent teenagers, with nine different confessions.~~Maybe just maybe one day I'm going to say what had to be saidI have a big house but no home, a bed but no sleep, food but no apetite, medicine but no health. I am rich but not in heart.Some days you just have to fight, but I'm afraid I'm too weak for that.That little moment when you think your important to someone but your not.Trust. A lot of people dont trust me. It's just the way things are."Your so worthless" that's what I hear everyday.I can make you feel loved. I just don't know how it feels. All I hear is voices.I used to be fat, I'm not hungry, or tired or sick. I'm just fine.That's true I can't hear you, and I can't judge you because I can't speak, but let me tell you something I can see you. And actions speak louder than words.
He remembered leaving this wretched city. More than two centuries had passed. At that time, he was the most naive and most stupid person in the world. He believed that he was walking on a righteous path in the name of goodness and beauty. He believed that the order he lived in was an order that strived for the better. He was serving good people and high morals. He was a cog in a mechanism ruled by justice and virtue. He was proud of it. How stupid he was.
Он жил обычной жизнью среднестатистического студента, до боли знакомой каждому и ужасно рутинной, и единственное, что помогало ему не умереть от скуки, это любящая семья. Они с отцом и братьями были не разлей вода, и, казалось бы, так будет всегда, но после неожиданной кончины отца его жизнь переворачивается с ног на голову. Всё то, что он считал настоящим, оказывается наглой ложью. И самое страшное, что виновниками этого торжества являются его родные братья.
This is the sequel to my Destructivedeath story so if you didn't read that please read it first or you'll be lost(probably). Please enjoy otherwise with reading :D