It happened on a Wednesday night. The kind of night when exhaustion feels like a second skin, a heavy, suffocating blanket you can’t…
The air inside the grand ballroom of the Cellar Master’s Ball was thick with the scent of oak, prestige, and freshly opened 1996…
The graveyard shift at a 24-hour diner isn’t a career path. It’s a hiding place. For me, it was the only place that…
For eight long years, Lily Harris lived in a house so perfect, so sterile, that you could almost smell the bleach from the…
“Naslednick.” The effect was instantaneous and electric. Mikhail Resnov’s face drained of color so quickly it seemed all the blood had been siphoned…
“Get out! You’re not my child! Don’t you ever, ever come back!” The sound of my own voice was something I didn’t recognize.…
The marble floors of the Greco mansion echoed. Every step I took felt too loud, a trespass. The air was cold, smelling of…
The email arrived at 11:02 PM on a Tuesday. I never sleep well, not really. Not since we buried Jack. I’m Richard Hayes,…
My name’s Jackson “Jax” Mitchell. Sixty-six years old. Been riding for forty years. Thought I’d seen everything. I hadn’t seen anything until ten-year-old…