Résultats pour "Stolen" dans Psychologie

Emma, Aiden and Gina stand on the brink of a new life. After the trauma of Aiden’s abduction and return, they are slowly healing and returning to a fragile normality. Emma is desperate to protect her children, but the world is fascinated by Aiden, the silent child who is finally learning to speak for himself. Against her better judgment, Emma allows her son to attend a talk show. Her worse nightmare comes true when her daughter, Gina, is snatched from the studio and a chilling game begins.

Chamomile’s ‘too perfect’ image has shattered. Like glass hurled into concrete, it is no longer a haven for those few which remain. Instead; it is a prison. A prison that's shackles are the intensifying malice of those, once innocent, prying eyes. Its walls? The looming timber surrounding them. Snow has devoured the streets. So deep it threatens to stretch yonder the knee, and more. If their misfortune were to continue, Chamomile’s townsfolk might soon be buried and swallowed beyond the throat.

Sometimes things aren't always what they seem. Sometimes pain lies underneath, buried so deep that for a moment you let yourself forget - until you can't. I didn't realize how numb I was until I started feeling again, and he made me feel - everything. Cooper Hudson came into my life when I needed him the most - twice. This is my story. This is the story of us.

First the messages came. Then her son was taken.... When Annabeth woke up from her coma, she had no idea who she was or how she got hurt. She soon found that she was held captive. Her pregnancy was also a total surprise, as she had no idea who the father of her child was. Now that it’s been ten years later, Annabeth is trying to live a normal life with her disabled son, Gregory...until she got that text: “I want my son.” She didn’t know who it was, but the messages kept coming.

Jane thought Santa Fe would be safe. Then someone stole her dog. After Corvallis, Jane Ashcroft needed distance—from the killer who nearly destroyed her, from the danger that seems to follow her everywhere. In Santa Fe, she finally has it: a quiet life walking dogs, mornings with Fable, evenings with R. No more running. No more looking over her shoulder.