Pierre apprend que son frère Jean a violé Emmanuelle, sa fille de quinze ans qu’il adore. Le crime s’est produit quatre ans plus tôt, et entre temps Jean s’est établi aux États-Unis, à Memphis, dans une superbe maison georgienne située à quelques kilomètres de la résidence du défunt Elvis Presley. Mais peu importe la distance qu’il devra franchir, Pierre sait qu’il devra tuer son frère et il comme...

Most like me keep to the shadows. But, that would be typical. Expected. I find that the element of surprise is far more useful when you’re not sulking in a corner like a common criminal. Why blend in when you were born to stand out? I wear my orange (though never a jumpsuit) with pride, and accesorize with an accent of red. A tasty snack. You’ll be itching to know me. I can promise you that much.

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Carolyn ran wildly through the fields behind her grandparents house. It had been a horrible day today. Social Media was lit up with false accusations and doctored photos. Who could hate her that much? She collapsed against a huge weeping willow tree. She was panting hard, trying to see through her tears that soaked her face and blurred her vision.

How had this become her life in one short day?

D...

I finally worked my way to the top. My years of training have paid off. I’ve studied the ways the masters taught, using them as necessary to dole out justice. No one knows who I am, but that’s the beauty of it. My fame is in being unknown. My might is unparalleled in my circle, and I exude confidence in every tactic I use. Whoever decides to cross me will lose everything. I am an anonymous assassi...

“Carly, we have a job for you.” Mike whispered over the phone. “Ugh, what is it now?” I sigh. “I’ll send you a file.” “Can I bring the crew?” “Honestly, I don’t think it’s necessary!” “Wyatt’s my husband, and Naomi’s my best friend. They’re coming along or you’ll have to find someone else.” “Fine, if you insist.” “I do.” I hang up on him and call Naomi. “We got a job!” “I’ll get paid, right?” “Cou...

I saw her out of the corner of my eye. Dressed in black hiding behind a car, then a wall then she was right behind me. Holding a knife, “any last words?” She hissed at me. I closed my eyes and prepared for the next step of my plan. Hunting....

I’ve never used my powers spontaneously. Evidently my soulmate is too scared of what I am able to do — they must know.

The woman writhes around, shrieking in pain, and I want to feel bad. She’s not… she doesn’t deserve this, not really.

And the creature ripping her apart from the inside out laughs into my mind, snarling its delight at the ‘extra life’ within her. I try not to let my heart sink t...

“Kill the trader and you can be free,” said miss. Lee

“No catch?” I asked

“No catch.” She reassured me

I walked out of the room, a sinking weight in my stomach. either I kill him, or I stay a slave forever.

I have experience in tracking, so it wasn’t hard to find him.

He was in a hotel in the middle of town. It was easy to break-in, I went to the balcony and picked the door lock.

It was a sm...

Mr. Booth sneaked to the box

Clutching the pistol in his hand

As he had the psychotic intention

Nobody could ever command

He was a popular actor

Well known on the stage

However, behind the curtain

He had a deep rage

At last, he arrived

And faced his victim

One deadly shot

Could change the system

Mr. Booth points the gun

At the back of Lincoln’s head

And with one last look

Shot the president dea...

“There’s that motherfucker.” Shathiel muttered, watching Krunil Waunson down Fidrial Street from the warehouse.

The skies were black as shadows, and Krunil’s men were guarding the entrance in breezily cold air. Sucks to be them since neither of them had access to wear jackets.

“Shathiel, I don’t know about this,” Erriesar said in the earpiece. “This is a big risk, why can’t we just call the co...