Stardark - Supernatural Thriller Saga (Boxed Set)

Third Cousins, Eden Leon

Description

Seren is going nowhere in her life. She knows that and she’s not trying to fight against it. At just twenty two years old she’s already accepted that a crappy boyfriend and a low paying bar job are the best she’s going to get. That is, until she comes home one day to find a purple haired girl in her bed with her boyfriend at her side. Seren realizes that things are about to fall apart, but she can hardly focus on that, because she’s being followed by a woman in a red dress. When they finally meet face to face the woman reveals secrets about Seren’s past, about her mom who abandoned her and the reasons behind why she has the same recurring dream every night. Is the woman in the red dress a person from Seren’s past or is she just a crazy woman looking to take advantage? Dive into this gripping story as Seren discovers her true Stardark.

Sujets

• Romance novel
• Romance
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 15 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781683057666
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Table of Contents
Title Page
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Stardark
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
Stardark
Supernatural Thriller Saga
Boxed Set
By: Eden Leon & Third Cousins
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Stardark
How Things Are
Book 1
Fallen Stars Series
By: Eden Leon & Third Cousins
A SYNOPSIS...
Seren is going nowhere in her life. She knows that and she’s not trying to fight against it. At just twenty two years old she’s already accepted that a crappy boyfriend and a low paying bar job are the best she’s going to get. That is, until she comes home one day to find a purple haired girl in her bed with her boyfriend at her side.
Seren realizes that things are about to fall apart, but she can hardly focus on that, because she’s being followed by a woman in a red dress. When they finally meet face to face the woman reveals secrets about Seren’s past, about her mom who abandoned her and the reasons behind why she has the same recurring dream every night.
Is the woman in the red dress a person from Seren’s past or is she just a crazy woman looking to take advantage?
INSPIRING WORDS
“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.”
- Benjamin Spock
CHAPTER 1

I couldn’t see the carpet because of the pile-up of dirty laundry that had found its home there. I scanned over everything I could see. I was looking for something that could pass as clean. I spotted a tank top I’d only worn a couple of times screwed into a ball by the door, and I skipped across the clutter to get to it. I brought it up to my nose and gave it a quick sniff. It wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t anything that a bit of body spray couldn’t cover up.
I pulled it on and tried to open the door into the living room. I had to drag at the handle and use the door like a plow to push the endless, rank clothing out of the way. “God, Justin, it’s your turn to do the laundry,” I shouted.
I walked over to the dark brown leather couch, which had more stuffing visible than actual leather. “It’s like a war zone in there.”
Justin turned his brown eyes to me and I could see the fresh glaze of red starting to cover them. He shrugged his hoodie-shrouded shoulders at me. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“It bothers me.”
“Then you sort it,” he shrugged again and turned his attention back to the television, which covered most of the wall it had been fitted to. The heavy whirring sound of his console played over the hail of gunshots, and I wondered how it could deal with that in the background through every waking moment of his days.
“It’s your turn to sort it,” I told him with a sigh.
“Yeah, but it isn’t bothering me.”
I shook my head. His jeans had dirty hand marks running down them. He stank of pot and stale sweat that had long since passed the sexy, athletic stage. He needed to sort himself out. I needed to sort myself out.
A quick rap at the door forced a sigh out of Justin as he slammed down on the pause button and pulled himself up.
I looked back at the couch where he’d been sitting. I could see a physical imprint of his body on it. He walked over to the door and pulled it open with his back already to it. “Come in man,” he told whoever it was. It was a guy with a poorly grown beard pointed out with a self-appreciating smile that wrapped his lips around his face in a tight and unappealing way. “I’ve just got some new stuff in and it’s going to blow your mind.”
Justin sat back down on the couch and pulled out a large wooden box that had been fitted with several locks. He pulled out a key which was hanging around his neck and opened the box. “It’s called green monster, man. It’s going to leave you feeling like Frankenstein.”
“You know Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster,” the guy said.
“Dude, is that true?” Justin asked him. I could tell from the way his eyes had opened slightly that his mind had just been blown.
“Sure is,” the guy said with a nod, as he looked at the television screen and the paused game. “Oh, have you got to the forest mission yet?” he asked as he sat down on the couch next to Justin.
“Dude, I took this down on the first day. I’m just running through everything again on master class,” Justin told him proudly.
He pulled out the large glass jars filled with small green buds. “How much do you need?”
“Whatever this will get me, man,” the guy said, as he pulled out a small pile of green notes from his pocket and pushed them over.
Justin counted the money out, twice, before he pulled out a small plastic bag. He filled the bag from the contents of the jars. “This stuff’s a bit pricey compared to the last, but it’s worth it,” he said casually.
Justin passed over the freshly packed bag and closed the lid of the wooden box. The guy took the bag and lifted it to his nose before putting it in his pocket. “Thanks, man,” he said pushing himself up, so that he was back on his feet. “I’ll see you later.”
“Good to see you, man,” Justin said as he leant back and picked his controller back up.
After the beard had left I waited for Justin to say something about what had just happened, but he didn’t. But I couldn't just leave it. “I thought you weren’t going to do that from the apartment anymore.” I couldn’t just let him do something like that, when he’d made a promise to me to stop.
He shrugged. “The apartment is in a great spot. It would be bad business to stop using it.”
“You realize I live here too?” I pointed out.
He frowned at the television because he refused to take his eyes away from it to look at me. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you tell me that you’re not going to make another deal in the apartment,” I pushed. “You realize that my name is on this lease. That when you get caught then I’d get arrested too?”
“You need to chill. I’m not going to get caught,” Justin brushed me off. He ran his fingers through the messy, greasy jet black hair on his head, a gesture that I knew signalled impatience.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” I told him frankly. I stood up. “If you really think that you won’t get caught, then you are truly more stupid than I have ever comprehended.”
“How does your head feel up there?” Justin asked me with a quick glance.
“Up where?”
“Up your ass,” he said without hesitation.
“You’re such a fucking dick.” I walked over to the door. “Have this place sorted out when I get back or I swear to fucking God, Justin, you’re going to regret it.”
CHAPTER 2

The stale smell of pot hung around me. I could smell it, even over the greasy fryers at the back of the diner. I looked around at the handful of other people who’d decided they were brave enough to eat there. None of them were looking at me. They were all probably used to being around the smell of drugs anyway. Drugs were just something, which came with the part of town that I was in, the cheap part.
A red-headed waitress with a huge bust brought over her jug of coffee and offered me a top up. I watched as she poured the jet-black liquid into my mug and then stalked off back to her station at the back of the room. She looked miserable. She looked as though she’d had big plans for life and none of them had included serving coffee to some girl who stank of pot.
I lifted the mug to my lips and sipped at the hot liquid. It was vile. It was clear that the waitress was taking out her broken dreams by creating the worst coffee she possibly could and she was excelling at the task. I put the mug back down on the table and thought about everything that had happened that morning with Justin.
He’d lied to me. He’d lied to me about not doing business in our apartment and it wasn’t the first time, either. I couldn’t trust him, but I think I’d known that for a long time. I think I’d always known that he wasn’t somebody who would ever be worthy of my trust.
We got together after I’d slept with him behind his girlfriend’s back. I’m not stupid. I don’t think that I’m that special girl who will never be cheated on, but can lure men away from their women. The simple fact is that some men are cheaters and if they cheat once, they are more than likely to do it again or live miserable lives trying not to.
“Excuse me,” a light and playful voice called out behind me.
I turned. A short woman with bright blonde hair and a tight red dress that pulled at her curves was standing in front of me, looking at me, waiting for me to respond.
“Can I help you?”
She nodded in an approving kind of way. “I was hoping you might say that,” she slipped into the seat on the other side of my table and rested her chin on her hands. “I’m Lucia.”
“Okay Lucia, I’m Seren.”
“Oh, I know who you are, Seren, I know who you are better than even you do.”
She was clearly on drugs or something. I gave her a pitying nod. “Sure you do.”
She sighed. “You’re just like your mother,” she said, as though that was something which was tedious to her.
Now I gave her my full attention. I examined her eyes as I tr