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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 119: Strategy

So Lizzie was alive. And she knew their small band of rebels had survived. And she was looking for them.

This most likely did not bode well for what was left of the resistance.

After a tense moment, Alessa sighed. "Come on." She motioned the newcomers over towards a large tent that was propped open. "Let's go talk."

She locked eyes with Isaac, who was still shaking his head in dismay, and mouthed, "Janie." He nodded his understanding and left to grab her sister, who had promptly pulled Josephine and Alicia into another tent at the far end of camp at the first sign of trouble.

Ducking through the opening, Alessa flipped over the makeshift map they'd been sketching and cleared some space on the table. They'd dragged in one of the picnic tables in order to use this larger pavilion as a war room, back when Alessa was still inclined to consider war. The map hadn't been touched in days.