suspense

Amelia House was not what I was accustomed to. The hauntingly beautiful mansion held a unique charm, surrounded by the mystery that enveloped my entire life. Life was relatively peaceful until SHE visited - the woman in white.

Mitch McDeere, a brilliant law graduate from Harvard, had always dreamt of making it big. His dream began unfolding when the lucrative offer from Bendini, Lambert & Locke, a small but rich firm in Memphis, came knocking. But what initially seemed like a dream soon started to show its true colors. From high groundbreaking achievements, Mitch's life slowly twisted into a maze of dark corridors and echoing threats. This is a continuation of his thrilling adventure.

It was another cold night in Washington D.C. when Robert Langdon received a cryptic message from the Grand Secretary of the Masons. A close friend and confidante, Peter Solomon seemed frantic in his disruption of Langdon's peaceful evening. The message was briefly, 'The Masonic Pyramid, it's missing. The Lost Symbol.'

The once serene city of North Carthage, Missouri had transformed into a hive of curiosity and gossip, with local whispers speculating about the bizarre disappearance of Amy Elliott Dunne, the golden girl who vanished on her fifth wedding anniversary.

Doctor Dowan Purcell had been missing for weeks and nobody had a clue about his whereabouts. We had been high school friends, and his wife, Fiona, had reached out to me, a private detective, to find him. Fiona was sure that it had something to do with Purcell's second wife, Crystal, who was now handling his nursing home affairs. Fiona was convinced that Crystal had an ulterior motive.

Joel Backman, the man once known as the most influential power broker in Washington, swears under his breath as he looks out over the quiet, ancient streets of Bologna, Italy. He's not the same man he used to be - now, he's Marco Lazzeri, an average man studying Italian in a quaint language school. A tug of war between old habits and new realities.

In the quiet town of Mississippi, the life of Professor Ray Atlee took an extreme turn when he received 'The Unwanted Summons.' It was a letter from his father, Judge Reuben Atlee, who due to his declining health, decided to summon his sons over to his property.

It was a fine evening in Washington D.C. when federal agent Sean King received an unexpected call. It was from Michelle, his former partner and current wife. The First Lady's niece had been kidnapped during a birthday celebration at Camp David. The call pulled him back into a world of secrets and conspiracies he thought he'd left behind. As an ex-secret service agent, he had encountered the dangers of his profession but nothing had prepared him for the emotional weight of this case. Fear coursed through his veins with every ticking second. The First Family needed King's skills and knowledge to solve the case.

The call came in the early hours, piercing the tranquil stillness of the night. It was a cold voice, detached, foreboding, banking on the remnants of sleep to blur the senses. 'We found him,' the voice stated, unmistakably. Patrick Lanigan, the once esteemed partner of a wealthy law firm in Biloxi, presumed dead for four years, was actually alive. And, not just alive, living a life of luxury in Brazil.

The chilling wind echoed through the quiet home, serving as a sinister reminder of Paul Sheldon's predicament. The famed novelist, once revered, was now confined in the heart of a self-proclaimed fan, Annie Wilkes.

Detective Michael Bennett wasn't a man who believed in coincidences. The abduction of the third Wall Street tycoon's child confirmed that it was more than a mere chance. The count was up to three, and the clock was ticking fast. It wasn't just a case of ransom anymore; it was a sick game, devised by a twisted mind with an omnipresent, taunting smirk.

The Inkworld was as enchanting as ever. Its beautiful chapels, singing trees, and magical allure beckoning you into its illusion of serenity. But beneath this façade, unseen shadows roamed.

In the small and isolated island of Cairnholm, amidst the eerie blanket of fog and mysterious relics of the past, stood the dilapidated house known to all as Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. It was a place that could easily be dismissed as a child's fairy tale if not for its reality that was as tangible as the soil of the island itself.