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Come Sundown Nora Roberts Crime

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
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Contract Marriage with My Secret Partner in Crime

Zephany Draven is a shy, clumsy celebrity journalist who is constantly ridiculed for not getting the big scoops. She is soft-spoken and easily intimidated, so she looks weak. However, behind closed doors, she's Eclipse, an altogether tougher, loud-mouthed agent and quite ruthless and efficient. Kendrick Montclair is a gentle, positive artist who loves his family and remains optimistic despite his struggles. His gentle nature makes him easy to take advantage of. But secretly, he's Obscura, a cold, ruthless agent who is efficient and silent. Both work as partners in a secret organization that preserves hidden truths erased by governments, yet they remain completely unaware of each other's true identities. Their goal is to reach the highest level of clearance to access classified information. But just when they're on the verge of success, they fail. Then, a mysterious man appears with an offer—a contract marriage in exchange for the information they desperately seek. Trapped with no alternative, they sign the deal. But neither expected what would happen next. ------------- Kendrick and Zephany sat by the glass wall, waiting for their food when a car suddenly crashed through. Kendrick pulled Zephany to safety just in time, but both got small cuts from the broken glass. "Are you okay?" they asked, checking each other. To their astonishment, the cuts healed before their eyes. Their minds raced. "Beside me, the only person I know who has that ability is." "No! She can't be that loud, short-tempered woman!" "No! He can't be that silent, obnoxious man!" "Did I marry my secret partner in crime?" They both shuddered at the thought.
Air_Ace · 8.9K Views

First crime record

Protagonist: Huang Zhong: Male, 17 years old at the beginning of the story, in the critical period of youth rebellion. He is thin, with slightly messy short hair, and his eyes are often stubborn and confused. Because he grew up in a repressive family environment for a long time, he is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He usually wears simple T-shirts and jeans, and there are occasionally some stains on his clothes, which is a small portrayal of his unruly life. He lives with his parents in a residential building in an old community. The small and dim room carries his countless sleepless nights. The walls of the room are covered with posters of his favorite rock bands, which is his yearning for freedom. Key characters: Father: Male, in his forties, an ordinary factory worker, busy all day for the family's livelihood. Long-term fatigue makes him slightly hunched, and his face is full of traces of time. He is not good at speaking and has serious communication barriers with Huang Zhong. When Huang Zhong rebels and makes mistakes, he always treats him in a simple and rough way, which also deepens the gap between father and son. Mother: Female, also in her forties, is an ordinary housewife with a gentle but somewhat cowardly personality. Faced with the conflict between her husband and son, she often feels powerless and can only cry secretly. She always manages the big and small affairs of the family, trying to maintain this shaky home with silent efforts. Best friend: Male, about the same age as Huang Zhong, a boy with a generous personality and a strong sense of friendship. He is tall and strong, with two deep dimples when he smiles, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. He and Huang Zhong met on the street and experienced many rebellious days together. When Huang Zhong was in danger, he always stood up without hesitation. The injury that time to protect Huang Zhong became an important opportunity for Huang Zhong's life transformation.
Daphnexiao · 2.5K Views
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