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Stitch Trilogy

Her heart races, her muscles coil, and every impulse in Alessa's body screams at her to run... but yet she's powerless to move. Still struggling to find her footing after the sudden death of her parents, the last thing college freshman Alessa has the strength to deal with is the inexplicable visceral pull drawing her to a handsome ghostly presence. In between grappling with exams and sorority soirees - and disturbing recurring dreams of being captive in a futuristic prison hell - Alessa is determined to unravel the mystery of the apparition who leaves her breathless. But the terrifying secret she uncovers will find her groping desperately through her nightmares for answers. Because what Alessa hasn't figured out yet is that she's not really a student, the object of her obsession is no ghost, and her sneaking suspicions that something sinister is lurking behind the walls of her university's idyllic campus are only just scratching the surface... The Stitch Trilogy (including all three volumes: Stitch, Shudder, & Stuck) is a twist-laden young adult/new adult adventure spanning the genres of paranormal romance and dystopian sci-fi to explore the challenges of a society in transition, where morality, vision, and pragmatism collide leaving the average citizen to suffer the results. The Stitch Trilogy is created by Samantha Durante, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Samantha Durante · Huyền huyễn
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127 Chs

Chapter 103: Outrage

Lizzie entered the warehouse and headed toward the viewing screen that was set up to the side in a makeshift common area, scanning the rows of seats for Alex and his friend. She didn't really know what she was doing here. But then again, that was the story of her life at the moment - nothing made sense anymore. These two guys at least had kind eyes; she felt like she could trust them.

She spotted them, but before she could approach, Alex turned around in his seat and saw her, his shapely dark eyes brightening with his wide smile. He motioned with a rippling forearm for her to come over, and Lizzie's heart fluttered in a way it hadn't in, well, she couldn't even remember the last time.

They'd saved a seat for her in their row, his equally good-looking darker-skinned friend with the close-cropped hair smiling genially in greeting. What was his name again?

"Deion, scooch over a seat, will you?" Alex requested.

Deion. That was it.