Josh“ Her car is gone,” Caleb said, pointing to the empty spot where his Mini was parked.- Yes. She quickly fled after my little revelation."Any idea where she might have gone?"I made my brain work. Would Pietra have gone deeper into the forest?No. I remembered what she had said about her previous boyfriend, how he had an accident and died in the woods. If she was upset, she wouldn't stay here among the trees and the memories. She would go back to town, find someone to talk to, maybe that guy she visited the other day."She's at Crookshollow," I said. “She had a friend there, Derek. I bet she went to see him.- Let's go. Caleb opened the door to my truck and got in. - Keys?“Why are you driving?“Because you're too upset to think straight. And you are a shitty driver.“I can just feel that love, cousin,” I growled, but there was no time to argue. I climbed into the passenger seat and tossed him the keys.Caleb started the engine and we took off down the road. Behind us, Ruth came
Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worse I'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salon And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it Anyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone. And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere Bu
It was a busy morning in downtown Las Vegas, just like every other morning. The ever-awake skyscrapers in the city that never sleeps exuded money and power. This was a place where people would never feel at home, yet they wouldn't want to leave either.It was still too early for the rest of the world, but not for the ambition of the casinos and clubs that opened their doors and showed the public the best of life; the pleasure. The elegant buildings along the avenue housed offices, nightclubs and residences. The eclectic mix was what characterized the city of sin, its vastness and love of novelty. Boredom would never set in in Vegas.Among the countless pleasures in the city of sin, the police departments did not rest either. The phones rang relentlessly at the police station, especially on Saturday mornings.And in the midst of the hurricane that the department proved to be, Lora Lins walked through the reception. She was out of place in this troubled environment, with people moving n
In one of the millionaire buildings in downtown Las Vegas, inside the luxurious apartment on the outskirts of the Strip, lived Lora Lins. The room consisted of two environments; the living room and the TV room. Elegant and luxurious, the apartment had twelve rooms, all tastefully decorated. And, despite her incompatibility with her father, Lora had accepted that he would pay for that very expensive property so she could live with her friend.- "I'll open some wine" Drake warned as soon as he entered the apartment.Lora was right behind him, already getting rid of the pair of boots she'd worn at lunch. She headed into the main room and threw herself on the couch.- "White or red?" he shouted, already entering the cellar.- "Red" Lora replied while turning on the television and flipping through the channels, looking for something interesting.Minutes later, Drake returned with a bottle of Merlot and two round glasses. He loved the new phase of his life, where he could drink expensive dr
The city lights of Los Angeles were what lit up the world in dark times. The future was in the skyscrapers and in their grandeur. Every building on the outskirts of the city that never slept had a purpose; show your power.The Roosevelt Hotel was an interesting setting. With its white facade and large rounded supporting pillars, the building had a modern look. Its interior was no different, boasting an abundance of elegance. The chandeliers in the various rooms, the pure marble floors and the superior suites with indoor pools were signs of a fortune.In the master bedroom bathroom, in one of the city's most sought-after hotels, Evans Donovan was finishing lining up his bow tie in a millimeter way on his tuxedo. He surveyed his reflection, looking for flaws that anyone else wouldn't notice. But that man was obsessed with perfection in the details. His attire, as usual, was entirely dark. The only glow on her figure came from the silver rings on her fingers.When there was a knock on th
( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally out of action You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere
The days dragged on slowly for the rest of the week. Lora had started her new job, where she worked just to keep up appearances while her real job was to be Spencer's eyes and ears. None of her co-workers knew, or suspected, and it made her think even more about what a spy she looked like.Lora closed the last buttons of the coat she was wearing. She was in front of the building where she worked, in a taxi. The busy Strip had woken up early on Friday morning, was buzzing and ready for the day ahead. The always happy city did not lose its shine. Some luxury casinos were already opening their doors to the billions, others still hadn't slept.She was happy in her new job as it was different from all her previous ones. It was easy for Lora to get jobs in busy places. They hired her just for looks, because they knew that redhead would be a customer magnet. But it didn't take long for the rampant harassment to begin, followed by unnecessary touching and cheap pick-up calls.However, his new
In the heart of the agency, the place where stylists and models met so that magic could happen, true chaos had ensued. Several people were running from one side to the other, fighting against time to complete all the goals for the day.The models were in their seats, trying on the clothes from the show on their slender bodies to make sure they would be perfect for the big day. Meanwhile, stylists put on their glasses and strained their minds for flaws to be fixed.Lora spotted Daliah, her closest co-worker, in the middle of the hurricane, talking to one of the models. The girl, a young woman dressed in a robe, looked annoyed. And that model had something different. She looked more beautiful and confident than any other. Her well-groomed hair, enviable body and blue eyes made her look like a goddess.- "Good morning, girls" the redhead smiled sweetly.- "No, it's not a good day" the model rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.- "Good morning, Lora. We have more work here than we can ha