There's a serial killer in Louisville and the victims are all lesbians and stud's. Who is this person who strikes only at the Midnight and what is their motive!
Louisville, Kentucky, was excruciatingly hot as the summer raged on. Not only was it hot outside, but the steamy air was also very uncomfortable. It was too hot at night too, even when the sun had promised to take leave. The sun simply replaced water in the form of sweat, only to finally have the sun go down to darken the city. It was not the season only that had made the city troubled. In recent weeks, the community had endured several frightening murders one after the other and with each as horrifying as the first.
Women especially seemed to condemn the menace but more to the violence; it was the pattern beneficial to the killer. All the deceased shared the same age group -young women from the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender communities and the murders were like a sickening perfection. Louisville, a city known for its southern hospitality and its renowned racehorse events was under the national limelight only for the worst reasons. Daytime was filled with music from the crowds on the streets, but night fell and a strange feeling hung in the air. People went straight to their homes in the evening and no longer stayed out as they were used to doing, gossiping and hushing in a lot of communication in sight, or even leering at unidentified figures at pubs and night clubs. The public was so eager to find out how the case would turn out because of the meticulous efforts of the police in making sure that the case was solved though they had not managed to find much until now. And who was no doubt the criminal after each offense he would out off and retire back into the darkness from whence he advanced.
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Detective Olivia Reid stood by her car's front, leaning onto it, exuding hotness, the cold did not at all bother her. Reid appeared to be in her middle thirties, with an ironclad resolution who had sharp blue eyes, a bearing which suggested that she did not suffer fools well. Right from the college, Olivia had perceived the urge to defend those who were helpless and enlisted with the Louisville Police Department. Grandma loved her. But this case was different. It felt personal in a way she couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was because her sister, Mia, was a lesbian. Olivia looked at her sister, Mia, when she was still young, and saw the sadness and anxiety in Pablo's body language when they came out to their parents, and that knowing smile, relief, arms welcoming with no conditions imposed. But that acceptance was not Appropriate and olivia understood that. The idea that there are people out there who scavenge such innocent souls like Mia froze Olivia with anger. While surveying the investigation, Olivia saw her partner, Detective Tom Marshall, coming toward her; he was walking in her direction. Tom had a more mature age; he was in his 40s with a face that looked as though he had been through hell. He was reliable, stable, the sort of person the rest of the team needed when things went awry. "Hmm, No, this one's bad, Liv," Tom said when he was close to her. It was a low voice; almost whispering because any bolder and he would calm themselves too much and forget the terrible things needing enormous effort to get rid of. "They're all bad, Tom," Olivia replied, her tone clipped. But she knew what he meant. The scene before them was one of the worst they'd seen yet.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."