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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
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
127 Chs

Chapter 47: Composure

It felt like hours that they sat there in the dark, the deranged frenzy of terror murmuring malevolently in their ears.

Isaac couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when the noise from outside had subsided, but at some point, the creatures had given up. The only sound he heard now was the hush of Alessa's breaths and the steady beating of his own heart.

Eventually Alessa sat up, and Isaac realized that the sun had set - he could barely make out her shape beside him in the gloom. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall, letting his head fall against the support. He hadn't realized how tired he was from holding his muscles tense through that long ordeal. His body felt drained.

"I think -" Alessa cleared her throat. "I think we made it."

Isaac wondered if she realized she was whispering.

"What were those things, Less?"

Alessa gulped. "I - I don't know."

The question hung between them for a moment, neither of them able to move past that harrowing thought just yet.