MEGHAN TINSLEYI wouldn’t mind being filled up with his cock. I could go for that right about now. The tension I felt had to go out somehow and what better tension extinguisher did we have if not sex? Nothing like a good ramming.Dale drove us to the restaurant in Kentsville where we had gone on our first date. We ordered chicken and soup. It didn’t just help with the tension but also the hunger and most importantly the cold.The wine soothed my nerves and deep into the evening I was laughing which was something I hadn’t done since our last time here. It was so easy connecting with the man sitting across me even though we were from completely different generations. How did he not mind that I was older than him?“Will that be all?” The waitress hovered around our table standing a little too close to Dale.She blinked her eyes at him in a dreamy cute way that was impossible to miss. Dale was oblivious to her charms, ignoring her completely as he spoke to me.“That will be all. Thanks.”
DALE CALLAHANThe insistent yet annoying sound of my phone ringing tried to wake me up several times but failed. With the cold seducing me deeper into sleep's arms it might take a miracle to wake me up.The phone rang relentlessly until I couldn't take it any longer.Who the fuck wants to get me out of bed so bad? It better be the president himself or God."Who is this?" I mumbled.Meg's voice brought me out of my sleepy drawl. I could barely understand what she was saying as she went on nonstop without taking a beat. Her voice quivered as she spoke."Calm down." I sat upright in bed. "Let's start again. What happened?"***"So you saw the creepy waiter here?" I wanted to be sure I understood the cause of her hysteria."Yes." She scowled."He was jogging too?""That's what I said."I still didn't get it. "So why are you freaking out?""Don't you get it?" She cried out. "He's the killer! He works in Kentsville but lives here in Stanton. I'll bet he moved recently too.""That's some goo
DALE CALLAHANMeg had told me she planned to spend her day bonding with Aria which made sense except for the part where Aria calls wanting to ask her mom about her chicken pie recipe.Why would Meghan lie about spending time with Aria? What could she be up to?I tried to think of one reason to explain it but there was none. So why?Her number rang but she didn't answer which was exactly what Aria had said when she called.I tried to call her two more times then I called it quits when she didn't pick up. I didn't want to come off as clingy or overprotective. It was too early to win that medal. An hour later, I had called her number more than a million times with twenty texts minus emojis.As much as I tried to assure myself that everything was okay, I was starting to get worried. Everything was not fucking okay.What if the killer had gotten to her? She didn't fit the profile of the victims since so far he's been targeting younger women. That did nothing to ease my rising panic.By mi
MEGHAN TINSLEYMy eyes slowly fluttered open, greeted by blinding white light. Confusion fogged my mind as I struggled to recall the events leading up to this moment. The last thing I remembered was following the waiter into the woods and then the shed. He entered the shed and then – darkness. And now, I found myself in an unfamiliar white room, the air heavy with an unsettling silence.Where am I? How did I get here?Panic surged through me as I realized I was trapped. There were no doors in the empty room. Fear clawed at my throat as I took in my surroundings. The room, devoid of any furniture or windows, seemed like a sterile prison, designed to hold me captive. Its emptiness mirrored the void in my heart, and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what awaited me.The next thing I noticed which should have given me comfort was that I wasn't tied up. My hands and feet were free but so also was my body. Someone had gone through the stress of taking off my clothes leaving just
DALE CALLAHAN"I can't fucking slow down!" I yelled into the phone. "Get to the cabin now."We had been wrong about the whole thing. The diary we found in Alec's cabin with the missing pages belonged to Agatha Marlow, the first victim who also happened to be his girlfriend. He must have killed her when he found out she had lied about her job. It all made sense now.Caleb was the first person I'd thought to call. He could get to Alec's house faster if he moved now."Get the whole squad and go." I scowled, driving with the care of a maniac straight out of hell.All I could think about was Meg. He had her. I was sure of that. There was no time to spare.Time was crucial. To think I'd been convinced Meg was with another man. Please be alive. Please Meg, please. I'm so sorry.Some minutes later Caleb called me. I picked up fumbling a bit."Did you find him?" I couldn't ask the question underneath.Did you find her?"Calm down, Dale." He said.I was anything but calm but there was no way h
DALE CALLAHANI gazed out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the breathtaking view of the azure ocean stretching towards the horizon, its waves gently crashing against the sandy shore below. We were in paradise, my thoughts echoed as I turned my attention back to the woman sitting beside me.She looked divine in an elegant sundress that accentuated her every curve. She sat comfortably on the plush sofa in our luxury suite. Her red, cascading hair shimmered under the warm sunlight glowing like a Phoenix's flame, as did her eyes, which sparkled mischievously. We had been enjoying an incredible vacation together, cherishing these precious moments away from the chaos we survived seven months ago.A contented smile played on my lips as I leaned towards her, a glint of longing mirrored in my eyes. "You know, Meg, this suite is quite enchanting, it pales in comparison to your beauty," I remarked winking.She chuckled, her laughter harmonious, and her eyes twinkled with deli
Teacher’s Pet: Bullied nerd Misha, has always had an unrequited crush on her hot highschool teacher, Mr. Brett. Ruggedly handsome, he appears so brooding and serious all the time but the dangerous glint in his dark eyes tells Misha otherwise, especially not after she caught him sleeping with a fellow teacher.When he asks her to meet him in the math class after school the next day, sparks fly, temperatures rise and a whole lot of other hard things do too.CHAPTER ONEIt was the early hours of Monday morning, 6:00am to be precise, and I was already in the cobwebby school basement, tucked away in the only neat corner. Of course, the neat corner of the basement, which I had turned into my niche, was cleaned up by me. You must definitely be wondering what kind of psycho cleans up the school basement to spend her mornings and what for! Well, to cut the long story short, it was my only means of survival. If I wanted to get through my remaining days in high school, then I had to do this. T
He was teaching Algebra. I already know the topic at the tip of my fingers. Of course, I studied ahead. Due to so much familiarity and hearing what I already know all over again, I completely lost concentration and gradually slipped into my dreamworld. I stared at Mr. Brett as he rambled on. I can’t explain enough how mesmerizing he was. He was Italian, so his voice came out like music. He had golden wavy hair that matched his brown eye color. A manly and gritty stubble was on his chin up all the way to almost his cheekbones. His cheekbones were well defined and he had a concrete jaw. He was so masculine and dangerously sexy. I gradually moved my eyes from his face to his bulging muscles. He flexed it with every movement of his hands. It was covered in tattoos, and I couldn’t make out the patterns. Not that I cared. I turned my attention to his lips. I imagined those soft lips kissing me passionately. Not on my lips yet, on my neck, but him gradually kissing me down to my breast.