Get immersed in this contemporary thriller novel complete with a soundtrack.
When Morgan Stasney turns up missing, this quiet town looks to detective Roy for answers. The case seemed to be going nowhere, until she runs into a charming mysterious man named Carter Lincoln BeauCannon and it seems he may know more about Morgan Stasney's disappearance than he's letting on. But how can Roy solve a disappearance with no witnesses, little evidence, and without a body?
One touch. That’s all it took for me to realize who He, was. One
glance. Instant, burning attraction. One statement. “Is that too
tight”, he whispered in my ear. That’s all Sophie wrote down in her
notebook. Her hair, dripping wet with rain, handwriting in scribbles,
Sophie tried writing something else. Her hand was shaky, trembling, she
couldn’t determine whether it was because of how angry she was, or how
cold she was. Sophie searched desperately around her dark, cold,
bedroom. She felt alone, lost and hopeless. She knew that no one, except
Him, could free her from this remote trance. Her walls were covered with
shadows from the trees blowing in the heavy wind. She was suffocating;
the room was closing in and ruin inevitable.
Mortification was the only freedom that she found fitting, pulling her
toward the edge. Pathetic. Sophie could only blame herself. She was
confused, but there’s really nothing to be confused about. Inside, her
mind, jumble of useless, heavy emotions and wounding thoughts, all of
which were negative. Sophie punched her pillow and buried her face deep
into its feathery abyss. She willingly transferred all her emotions and
thoughts to her lifeless pillow. It was a welcoming, soft escape that
soothed her deaden soul. Sophie’s numb; heart and all. Her clothes
were wet and heavy, flooded with tears and rain, and her skin pale and
lifeless. She was shaking uncontrollably. She knew the rain would dry,
but would her tears? At that moment, she didn’t care, she couldn’t
feel, she just wanted to be alone with her misery. She wanted to spew
out all of her frustration, her anger and her confusion. I just walked
I can’t believe I just left him there. Sophie screamed into her pillow
as the tears started streaming down her pallid face yet again. Through a
teardrop, her glance caught the crumpled, mucky, white canvas drawing
lying beside her bed. It had been transformed into an abstract drawing
of smudged pencil markings from the unforgiving rain. The torrent had
made its own masterpiece of smeared nothingness that she didn’t care
to embrace. Her work tainted, she hastily tore the sordid abomination
from its dwelling in her sketchbook and crumbled it with both hands
before heaving it across the sullen room. She looked down at her hands
still shaking and drenched with the sadness of her tears. She was unsure
of what to do. The repugnant wad had found its way securely under her
computer desk. Sanctuary, she thought, “even the rain’s masterpiece
of nothing could find safety in the shadows”.
She looked out the window at the unrelenting down pour. The shrill
sounds of raindrops taunted her as they hit her bedroom window one after
the other, begging the window pane to allow entrance into her perdition.
The lightening flashed and the sky exploded into daylight giving the
rain false hopes of triumph. The deafening crash of the thunder
reprimanded the raindrops and she saw them roll down her window in
defeat. Sophie found a little comfort in knowing that the storm was as
angry as she was or maybe it’s just making a plea, desperate for
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A K Marcayla
A Marcayla K has been an avid reader since middle school. Her lifelong dream is to become an author and share her stories with the world. Though she landed a career with Quest Diagnostics as a phlebotomist, A Marcayla K always finds time for her passion; writing and developing stories for others to enjoy. She grew up in the northwest suburbs of Chicago and like the main character, high school was a difficult time for her. During these challenging years, the story behind Vermyear Academy began to come to life. Parts of the novel were influenced by actual events in A Marcayla K's life. Her future goal is to become an inspiration to her readers and publish more exciting novels.
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