VAMPIRE ROMANCE: Moonlight Desires Complete Series (Books 1, 2, &3) (Paranormal Romance Collection, Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance With Sex) (Vampire Romance Boxed Set) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Piquette Fontaine
Northern Ohio basements), trying to catch birds with a fishing net. Their sister, Toby, was cutting a circle into the earth with a kitchen knife, as deep as its circumference could be transcribed. When she could cut no deeper, she left it be and went inside. The parents were nowhere to be found that day.
After Benjamin’s two brothers reported in a panic to a neighbor that their brother had gone missing, there was no answer to a neighbor’s knocks on the Henderson family door. That neighbor was Suze, and she returned to her house to ask the Henderson boys, who she had supplied with some cookies and carrots, if their parents were home. The older one shrugged, divulging that the parents don’t take kindly to knocking since only policemen knock. When Suze tried calling, the youngest warned that “Mom only picks up during emergencies. She don’t like talking on her phone because it’s tapped.” By this point, the police had arrived and indeed they were knocking on the Henderson’s door, trying desperately to gain some insight from the meth heads as to where their boy might be.
Benjamin did not return. A body of about 54 inches and 65 pounds was found in one of the Metroparks near a more industrial zone. Its stomach was blown open, as is typical of corpses after more than 10 days. Gas accumulates in the abdomen, and liquid flows from the body cavity out of that rupture.
What chilled Suze and Nate the most was the fact that the Hendersons were barely affected. They buried the boy in a cheap plastic coffin, and once he was in the ground, life down the block seemed to go on as usual. Toby continued carving shapes into the family’s destitute property, the boys continued running around wreaking havoc. The only discernible change was that the Henderson parents became more paranoid, and that their early morning meth sessions would culminate with wailing, wallpaper shivering wailing every few days. Horror metathesizes in a manner so subtle yet profound in those who deny it.
“How would you protect Luke from something like that?” Shana was doing her best to keep up with Suze, who was admittedly one hell of a power walker.
Suze’s arms swung like motorized pendulums with one-pound dumbbells in each of her hands. “Well, you can live in fear or you can feel secure with the knowledge that you do the best you can to keep you and your family safe. You’ve gotta expect the unexpected and account for what you can expect. Can’t live your life wondering about what may be.”
“Shit Suze. You get that from the Bible? Sounds a little Eastern to me.”
“Eastern? Hindu and Buddhism, those are cults of Lucifer! Don’t you dare.” The dumbbells were swinging with more determination, and Shana speculated that Suze’s veins were not bulging from the intense workout alone.
They walked until they reached the corner that the abandoned Chad’s Chug Pub sits on. They took a breather.
“Been thinking about Tom.” Shana’s sheepish tone betrayed precisely what she had been thinking. Suze remained silent while stretching her quads, letting her sister take whatever moments she needed to think.
“He hasn’t called or texted once since I’ve been here.” Shana let herself be distracted by the old fashioned neon signs affixed to the shuttered tavern’s windows. “Called him once and it sounded like there were people over. Said he’d call back and...”
Suze continued her silence, listening.
“I don’t think this is me being needy, right?”
Suze hugged her sister, an especially warm hug given the physical activity. “You know why you feel, and you’ll know what’s right when you figure it out.” When she pulled away, Shana wiped a tear with her sleeve. They continued their walk, and by chance, destiny, our other, they passed there hallowed graveyard.
Shana stared into it the entire time, and when Suze shouted, “Shana!” after realizing she had not been listening to her tale of consumer injustice at the frozen
After Benjamin’s two brothers reported in a panic to a neighbor that their brother had gone missing, there was no answer to a neighbor’s knocks on the Henderson family door. That neighbor was Suze, and she returned to her house to ask the Henderson boys, who she had supplied with some cookies and carrots, if their parents were home. The older one shrugged, divulging that the parents don’t take kindly to knocking since only policemen knock. When Suze tried calling, the youngest warned that “Mom only picks up during emergencies. She don’t like talking on her phone because it’s tapped.” By this point, the police had arrived and indeed they were knocking on the Henderson’s door, trying desperately to gain some insight from the meth heads as to where their boy might be.
Benjamin did not return. A body of about 54 inches and 65 pounds was found in one of the Metroparks near a more industrial zone. Its stomach was blown open, as is typical of corpses after more than 10 days. Gas accumulates in the abdomen, and liquid flows from the body cavity out of that rupture.
What chilled Suze and Nate the most was the fact that the Hendersons were barely affected. They buried the boy in a cheap plastic coffin, and once he was in the ground, life down the block seemed to go on as usual. Toby continued carving shapes into the family’s destitute property, the boys continued running around wreaking havoc. The only discernible change was that the Henderson parents became more paranoid, and that their early morning meth sessions would culminate with wailing, wallpaper shivering wailing every few days. Horror metathesizes in a manner so subtle yet profound in those who deny it.
“How would you protect Luke from something like that?” Shana was doing her best to keep up with Suze, who was admittedly one hell of a power walker.
Suze’s arms swung like motorized pendulums with one-pound dumbbells in each of her hands. “Well, you can live in fear or you can feel secure with the knowledge that you do the best you can to keep you and your family safe. You’ve gotta expect the unexpected and account for what you can expect. Can’t live your life wondering about what may be.”
“Shit Suze. You get that from the Bible? Sounds a little Eastern to me.”
“Eastern? Hindu and Buddhism, those are cults of Lucifer! Don’t you dare.” The dumbbells were swinging with more determination, and Shana speculated that Suze’s veins were not bulging from the intense workout alone.
They walked until they reached the corner that the abandoned Chad’s Chug Pub sits on. They took a breather.
“Been thinking about Tom.” Shana’s sheepish tone betrayed precisely what she had been thinking. Suze remained silent while stretching her quads, letting her sister take whatever moments she needed to think.
“He hasn’t called or texted once since I’ve been here.” Shana let herself be distracted by the old fashioned neon signs affixed to the shuttered tavern’s windows. “Called him once and it sounded like there were people over. Said he’d call back and...”
Suze continued her silence, listening.
“I don’t think this is me being needy, right?”
Suze hugged her sister, an especially warm hug given the physical activity. “You know why you feel, and you’ll know what’s right when you figure it out.” When she pulled away, Shana wiped a tear with her sleeve. They continued their walk, and by chance, destiny, our other, they passed there hallowed graveyard.
Shana stared into it the entire time, and when Suze shouted, “Shana!” after realizing she had not been listening to her tale of consumer injustice at the frozen
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