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On a routine call rookie cop, Haley Santiago and her partner arrive only to feel the effect of the explosion that rocks one part of the City Of Angles. After that, a series of events lead to her cities downfall. Nightmares turn to reality and fearing ripped into the city. The once City Of Angles and now the City Of the Damn. How will Haley survive her new city? How will she make it out alive? will she live to see her family or is she damned to face her demons and nightmares in hell. Book two in the Decaying Series

Daniela was killed, but no one knew the killer until they investigated

Set in modern day Southern France in the year of 2019, there is a love story that is just like the books and the movies. Only with a modern day twist. For years, two groups have been clashing and butting heads with each other. That garçons from Southern France and the Chicos from Northern Spain. One wants a diverse world and one wants an unchanging world. What will happen if a black sheep chico and a sheltered garçon meet and cross paths for the first time?

Jennie walks in on Cara naked by mistake on a hot Sunday afternoon and will do anything it takes to get her to model for her even if it means seducing her. Will Cara give in to the hot blonde who can't seem to stop teasing her and take off her clothes for her to see her naked a second time or will she continue ignoring her like she always has.

Ovick Santiago, a fearless young photographer, had always been drawn to the mysteries of the supernatural. His fascination led him to embark on an adventure that would change his life forever. One fateful day, while on a road trip through a small town in the countryside, Ovick stumbled upon an old, dilapidated mansion that sent shivers down his spine. The local legends whispered tales of the house being haunted by vengeful spirits. Intrigued, Ovick decided to explore the mysteries hidden within its decaying walls. Armed with his camera, he pushed open the creaking front door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

A cada segundo que pasa, voy descontando los minutos que quedan hasta que suene el despertador y sé que cuando eso ocurra y el cansancio no me deje poner los pies en el suelo, me acordaré de este momento y desearé no haberme quedado desvelado, pensando en tonterías. Pero supongo que será mañana un lunes especial, esto no me importará. Porque tendré más motivos para levantarme que para quedarme perezoso entre las sábanas. Porque mañana, cuando despierte, por fin se habrá llenado ese rincón de mi mente, que he mantenido reservado durante tanto tiempo. Ese hueco tan cercano al lugar donde se segrega la alegría, la ilusión y la sensación de plenitud. Pero todavía queda un obstáculo, aún me queda lo más complicado: lograr no llorar al poder verte aunque sea en un jarrón, se que está tus esencias más bellas.

Santiago ya no suena como antes. No hay motores, ni voces, ni pasos apresurados cruzando las calles. Solo el crujir de ramas que nacen entre el concreto y el viento que se cuela entre edificios vacíos. Bajo la ciudad, donde antes pasaban trenes llenos de gente, aún hay vida. Los llaman «Rotos». No por lo que son, sino por lo que queda de ellos. Los últimos chilenos nacidos en Chile que, luego de un fallido estallido social y de varios intentos de recuperar la soberanía de su pueblo, lograron establecer comunidades subterráneas en lo que fue la Línea 1 del Metro de Santiago. En el año 2130, Santiago es un campo de ruinas dividido entre quienes obedecen a un gobierno mundial tecnológico, quienes viven en una burbuja de lujo eterno y quienes sobreviven bajo tierra, preservando la memoria de un país que el mundo prefirió olvidar.

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Prologue In a distant place, where darkness prevails that the only source of brightness are the pigments that emanates from the street lights which are miles far from the setting. An argument had broken out by the two person appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart from them, another person is sitting next to a tree lifeless, bloods are flowing through his shoulder down to his hands. “What are we going to do?” said the person whispering to the other one trembling and shaking. “I don’t know, I fucked up!” The two individuals are troubled by the sight of a lifeless human being. “Shit! I don’t want to be in jail! It was all your fault!” said the other person shuddering. “NO! That was a mistake! Will you please calm down and shut the fuck up so that I can think!?” He caressed his hair out of frustration. Minutes later, footsteps and voices are heard walking towards their direction. Silence commence around them; they stare at each other waiting for someone to make the move. *Voice Chatting* As the shadows casted, the odds of scaling a tree to escape before someone might come are not in their favor so they decided to hide the corpse instead and pretended to have an intimate session, kissing and licking each other behind a tree. “Fucked! get a room!” In just an instant they successfully get rid of the strangers without noticing their dirty little secrets. PETER SANTIAGO 20 Rich and now Dead. 6 persons are suspected as the killer, but they won't admit a thing. No one would. But the case must be closed. And for that to be done, we must know... .....who murdered Peter Santiago?

Goons, henchmen, foot soldiers. They don’t even register as side characters in most narratives, but what compels a person to become one? What causes someone to work for a supervillain or a crime lord? Maybe it’s fear, money, the desire for power, or all the above. Either way, it’s a dangerous job.