Lizzie is working at her uncle's funeral home and living in the apartment in the back after losing her job and everything in her life except her cats. One night a man she had seen in a casket earlier that day came knocking on her door. He told Lizzie of a secret organization that were responsible for the secrets of the world, and how he faked his death in order to share one with the world, and how he needed her help.
The dead have come knocking. Now Ella, the last of the Midnight Riders, must confront both past and future to protect the Codex—and everyone she's ever loved.
For three days she’s waited in a remote cabin, bracing for the moment she's long foreseen: her death. With her order gone and only the man she once killed at her side, Ella must face the Golden Dawn. Because the Codex must remain hidden, and she will stop at nothing to ensure it.
Sometimes a chance meeting changes everything.
Midas wakes up and realizes his family and friends are acting much weirder than usual. Midas senses a disconnect- something's off. He tries to sleep it off but turns to see a familiar face attempt to murder him. He then awakes again in a stranger much more familiar timeline, to a man with half of his face and arts of his body relaced with robotic art holding a gun to his face. What's real...Join Midas as he goes back through his past to heal past traumas and the obstacles he faces in this dystopian, apocalyptic, futuristic action thriller. A rollercoaster of robots, zombies, death with a touch of cold romance
The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was reared for what happened next...
The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was prepared for what happened next...
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Some things we bury don't stay gone.
Some voices find their way back—no matter how far you run.
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Set in the last golden age before cellphones or internet. A lost love. Ten years gone, only to find the loss she mourned should never have been hers to grieve in the first place. The deceit not near as disheartening or shocking as the way it was discovered.
She escaped a suffocating and abusive marriage through the "death" of her ex-husband, Randall Strong. Now he is back and knocking at her door, demanding retribution.
Lisa thought that they had killed him off four years ago but she should've known that the bad ones always come back for more.