Hellfire Saga

Third Cousins, Stacia Ford

Description

"Lucy has always known that she was different from the other kids in her home. Of course, it doesn’t help that she suffers from a recurring nightmare that wakes her up with a scream on her lips and sweat pouring down her back. The nightmare is driving her crazy. She’s too scared to sleep, she’s too tired to live and she feels as though it’s never going to get better...until Daniel shows up, that is. Daniel knows why Lucy is suffering from nightmares. He knows that it’s because of the memories that she has locked away inside her mind. He knows this because he’s the one who locked them there. When Lucy gets in trouble and he puts the word out about her disappearance, he unknowingly starts a chain reaction that puts her in more danger than she has ever been in before. What will he do when his own brothers go up against him, and will he be able to save Lucy before it’s too late?"
Follow Lucy and Daniel in this thrilling Saga!

Sujets

• Women
• Coming of Age
• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Contemporary history
• Body (disambiguation)
• New Thought
• Young-adult fiction
• Romance novel
• General officer
• Literary criticism
• Witchcraft
• Woman
• Short story
• Parapsychology
• African American
• Supernatural
• The Women
• Dráma
• General
• Short Stories
• Contemporary
• Body
• Sagas
• Urban
• Romance
• Thriller
• Fiction
• Paranormal
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 26 février 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781683058397
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

Table of Contents
Title Page
Discover More Books By Third Cousins
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Copyright
Hellfire
What She Doesn't Know
Paranormal Romance
Book 1
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A SYNOPSIS...
Lucy has always known that she was different from the other kids in her home. Of course, it doesn’t help that she suffers from a recurring nightmare that wakes her up with a scream on her lips and sweat pouring down her back. The nightmare is driving her crazy. She’s too scared to sleep, she’s too tired to live and she feels as though it’s never going to get better...until Daniel shows up, that is.
Daniel knows why Lucy is suffering from nightmares. He knows that it’s because of the memories that she has locked away inside her mind. He knows this because he’s the one who locked them there. When Lucy gets in trouble and he puts the word out about her disappearance, he unknowingly starts a chain reaction that puts her in more danger than she has ever been in before. What will he do when his own brothers go up against him, and will he be able to save Lucy before it’s too late?
INSPIRING WORDS
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
- Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
CHAPTER 1

Lucy
I’ve always known that I was different. I’ve never known quite what is about me, but I know that when people look at me, I see fear in their eyes. Maybe it’s just that, when they meet my eyes, they can see the deep loneliness I feel. A deep loneliness that was born from being abandoned straight after I took my first breath.
I was found at the side of a road. My mom didn’t even bother to take me to a hospital or a fire station. It wasn’t even like it was warm out. I was born in December. The snow was piled up on the side of the roads. I’ve seen it in pictures the newspapers ran above the story of the abandoned snow baby.
I lived my entire life in care. When I was younger, the house mother used to put me in the line-up whenever prospective parents came to visit, but they never chose me. They always chose the happiest child or the one with the prettiest hair. They didn’t want a kid with problems. They didn’t want a kid who didn’t know how to smile.
When I was ten years old I started to get nightmares. Nightmares that were so bad that I’d refuse to go to sleep, nightmares that scared me so much that I’d wake up screaming in fear and drenched in a pool of my own cold sweat. They were all the same too, every night the same dream, as if my brain was trying to warn me desperately about something that I couldn’t possibly understand yet.
When I did fall asleep, I'd find myself in a house. It wasn’t a house I knew. It wasn’t a house that I’d ever been to in my waking hours. The house was dark, so dark that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I could sense something behind me, though. I could sense something moving quickly in the darkness and I know in my dream that it’s coming after me.
I call out for help, but there is nobody there, nobody but the thing in the darkness that is getting ever closer to me. I try to run, but I trip and fall. I try to stand up, but I can’t. I can feel fear coursing through my veins. I can feel its cold prickle across my skin as I realize that I’m trapped and that it’s only a matter of time before the thing in the darkness gets me.
That’s when I feel my body starting to burn. It gets so hot that I’m sure that I’m going to die or explode or something. It’s painful. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like my whole body is being torched, but somehow I’m managing to stay alive.
The fire spreads. It spreads through the house and lights up the darkness that had been covering the house like a blanket. I can see it now. I can see its deformed shape through the flames. I can its gray eyes looming in the nothingness that falls behind it. It’s looking at me. Its eyes are fixed on mine. It doesn’t walk through the flames, though. I know in my gut it’s because it can’t. Then I wake up.
The dream haunted me for years. There were times when I wondered whether it would ever stop. There were times when I felt like it would be easier to be dead than to suffer any longer in a sleep-deprived state. Then I met Daniel. He moved into the home a couple of days after I turned fifteen. The nightmares stopped that same week.
There was something about Daniel that drew me to him instantly. I could tell that he wasn’t like the other kids. I could tell without even having to talk to him that he was more like me. I’d never come across anybody who I could see myself in before, but it made me curious to get to know him. I’d never shown any interest in anybody who came through the home, but he was going to be the exception.
I couldn’t deny that he was hot. I might have had my problems, but that didn’t make me blind. He was kind of tall for his age. His dark blond hair was shaggy and fell down to below his ears. Those weren’t the things that caught my eyes the most, though. His eyes were the thing that captured my interest and refused to let it go. They were gray, not unlike the eyes of the creature in my dreams. But instead of being ominous, they seemed cool and calm like smoke.
I introduced myself to him on the second day. I could hear the other kids muttering under their breaths, as they watched me sit with him at a breakfast table. “I’m Lucy,” I said, as I slid my tray onto the table alongside his.
“Yes, yes you are,” he said, as he looked up. I noticed a small pull of a smile starting across his lips, before he looked back at the tray of food in front of him. “Is the food here always this bad?” he asked as he wrinkled his nose and pushed his fork through something rubber that I think was meant to be eggs.
“Sometimes it’s worse,” I said, shaking my head. “I know this might sound weird, but I feel like I know you from somewhere.” I said it because it was true. From the moment that I’d seen him I’d felt a strange sense of comfort that I’d never felt before.
“Oh yeah?” he asked me with curious eyes that seemed to know more than they were letting on. “And where do you think that might be?”
“I don’t know. I mean we’ve probably never met before, it’s just weird how familiar you feel,” I said as I tried to explain it without looking crazier than he probably already knew that I was.
CHAPTER 2

Daniel
I knew that I shouldn’t have come, but I couldn’t help it. I missed her. I missed her more than I’d ever admit. I knew, though, that I couldn’t just go over to her. I knew that I had to let her feel the connection, so that she would come over to me. I couldn’t get this wrong again. This was my last chance to make her see me in the way that I saw her.
She came over to me on the second day. She sat down with me at breakfast and introduced herself, as though I had no idea who she was. She didn’t know, though. She can never know. We sat and talked long after the other kids had gone outside. I’ve never seen her look so happy. I couldn’t help but wonder whether it was because of me or because she was finally feeling a connection to the person she really was.
I knew about the nightmares that she’d been having. I knew about the way they were tormenting her sleep. I could see the tiredness in her eyes. Lack of sleep had made them dull and almost lifeless. I felt guilty. The dreams were because of me. The dreams were because I wouldn’t let her remember what had really happened. That couldn’t change, though. I couldn’t explain anything to her without the risk of losing her again.
I spent the next three years by her side. I could tell from the moment that she’d introduced herself that she trusted me, but earning her friendship was something that took a little while. I could tell in the first few weeks of us spending time together, though, that her dreams had subsided. I’d hoped that would be the case. I’d hoped that having me as her connect