The Red Army

Modern

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Literature

This book, from the series Primary Sources: Historical Books of the World (Asia and Far East Collection), represents an important historical artifact on Asian history and culture. Its contents come from the legions of academic literature and research on the subject produced over the last several hu

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The story of the North's main Army in the central arena of the war. First published in 1882. In journal form, a Brevet Brigadier-General describes events of the Civil War--battles of Stone's River and Chickamauga, the Siege of Chattanooga, and the battles of Chattanooga, Lookout Mountain and Missio

Adventure

I need to be meek, obedient, silent being me is volatile. Me and my mom shouldn't co exist with one another we're to explosive to handle too scheming to unravel, welcome to my world!

Adventure

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Our Army at the Front by Heywood Broun

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Before proceeding to the consideration of life as lived in the French Army, it would be well to have a clear understanding of the constitution of the Army of France, the parts of which it is composed, and the conditions under which it is organised and controlled. The British Army is a growth of year

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Grace Livingston Hill was a prolific American author who wrote over 100 novels which often featured young Christian women. Hill's writing features the themes of redemption and good vs. evil. This edition of The War Romance of the Salvation Army includes a table of contents.

Adventure

I quite recognise the force of your objection that an invalid or a woman in weak health would get no good from stories which attempt to treat some features of medical life with a certain amount of realism. If you deal with this life at all, however, and if you are anxious to make your doctors someth

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The Blood Red Dawn by Charles Caldwell Dobie

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The Red Rat's Daughter by Guy Boothby

Horror

Nothing is what it seems to be as events unfold in this entertaining mystery by Natalie Sumner Lincoln. Red seals and red herrings abound and will keep you guessing all the way through the final chapter!

Romance

"Ouch!" Yhera almost bumped her head in her Montero's steering wheel. She automatically stopped her car and glanced at her car's side view mirror. She saw a red jaguar car. She opened her car and walked near the red jaguar, with anger plastered in her face. The door at the driver's side slowly ope

Modern

An orphan girl who was bullied in her childhood, grew up in the slums along with her brother seeing the underbelly of the city full of crime and greed. Her brother intervened when his friends were trying to teach her a 'lesson' and was killed for it. That night she decided she was never going to be

Fantasy

Belle is an ordinary teenager, she has few friends, she goes to school (and she hates it), she has three triplet brothers who would do anything to protect their little sister. She is just like the others with one detail: everyone around her is werewolves, vampires, angels, giants, dragons, witches..

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The Red Dust by Murray Leinster

Romance

I once read a book about a poor little lonely boy in a great house with a large library. This boy was pale, dull, and moping. Nobody knew what was the matter with him. But somebody tracked him into the library and saw him take a huge thick black book, half as tall as himself, out of a bookcase, and

Fantasy

"And she is to be there--nay, is there already; so one more chance is given me to meet her. But for what?--to part again silently, and more helplessly bewitched than ever, perhaps. Ah, never will she learn to love me as I love her!" thought I, as I turned over my old friend's letter, not v

Modern

He had served in the strongest Special Forces, Heavenly Sword Special Force. As the commando of commandos, he created the Netherworld in the western underground world and became the formidable Oriental Yama. He said, “I’m Liu Feng. I’m adept at two things: killing and saving. If I want to cure someo

Romance

A rascal she was. A petty thief. A cheerful person with a big mouth she wouldn't shut for anyone. Red was a 21 year old. Her life wasn't a life of fairy tales and roses. She wished to fend for herself thereby living a life of trivial crime. She tried to change and needed a job. The moment she walked

Fantasy

If John Grantham Browne had a fault — which, mind you, I am not prepared to admit — it lay in the fact that he was the possessor of a cynical wit which he was apt at times to use upon his friends with somewhat peculiar effect. Circumstances alter cases, and many people would have argued