The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I searched for the source of the voice.
Deep. Male.
I turned when footsteps resonated from behind me. Dressed in a suit, although cloaked to hide his face. To threaten a member of authority in something as constricting as a suit would require a tremendous amount of courage.
Experienced.
I grit my teeth, my pockets were empty, my knife in his ha...
I surveyed my surroundings. A man, not of great importance most likely, judging by his clothes, killed in the centre of the ballroom, covered in tiny shards of glass.
Young. Unsuspecting.
His eyes were open in a frozen frame of shock and pain. The food set out on long dining tables was stil...
_We have killed the chef on ‘La Disfrazada’, a large yacht carrying over a two hundred passengers departing from the docks of New York by dawn. We want you to sneak onto the boat, and try stop us. It’s going to be fun!_
Collapsing by a tree, I placed my hand on my shoulder, trying to slow the bleeding that seeped through my torn clothes in great amounts. Fatigue overcame me. My eyes blurred around the edges as I tried to focus my eyes on Kellen, who slowly sat beside me and helped me stop the blood. I exclaimed quietly in pain so he stopped, pulling his hand away. My blood no...
It was early morning. A yawn escaped Mira’s lips as she got up from bed, trying not to wake her husband in the process.
Something was keeping her awake. A loud sound: large banging most likely originating from the basement. It seemed to be all fake. It felt as if it were from a book, in which the character does not have a happy ending. But that was just a book. This was real life.