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Würden Sie Ihren Sohn opfern, um Ihre Tochter zu retten? Etwas ist anders mit Kates vierjährigem Sohn. Er wurde nicht auf die herkömmliche Art erschaffen. Jetzt will ihn eine gewalttätige Sekte töten und Kate wird alles tun, um ihn zu beschützen – bis sie ihre Tochter entführen. Erleben Sie JT Lawrences beunruhigende Vision der allzu nahen Zukunft in diesem dunklen Entführungsthriller mit einer Wendung an, die Sie umwerfen wird.‚Wie wir dich gefunden haben‘ ist das zweite Buch der futuristischen, dystopischen Serie ‚Wenn die Zukunft ruft‘. Blinzeln Sie nicht, sonst verpassen Sie es.

Spell-slinger. Vampire-slayer. Magical albino ferret-rescuer. Meet Jacqueline Denna Knight, the best wizard detective in the city. Jax turns vampires to ash and pain into magic. She also has a knack for finding things. So, when a distraught - and obscenely wealthy - elf calls Jax at midnight to hire her for an intriguing job, she grabs the opportunity with both hands. But what Jax doesn’t know is that this case is going to unravel her life.

Spell-slinger. Vampire-slayer. Magical albino ferret-rescuer. Meet Jacqueline Denna Knight, the best wizard detective in the city. Jax turns vampires to ash and pain into magic. She also has a knack for finding things. So, when a distraught - and obscenely wealthy - elf calls Jax at midnight to hire her for an intriguing job, she grabs the opportunity with both hands.

Werewolves are on the prowl—or so says the evidence—and it's up to Asha to solve the problem before war spills across the veil. When the first missing girl turns up dead, DNA evidence points to a brutal werewolf attack, and the people of the Realm begin to turn against werewolves. As Dusty's parents sue for custody, the young girl demonstrates frightening new magical powers, further complicating an already tense standoff between Directress Copperfield and the neglectful mother and father.

When Mercury is adopted from Woodhaven Children's Home, her new life seems more incredible than she could ever imagine...until things don't quite add up. As Asha pursues lead after lead in a quest to find the rich couple's missing daughter, what she discovers shakes her to her core.

Hat die echte Hexe Raven Kane einen ihrer Klienten ermordet? Niemand weiß die Ironie ihrer Situation mehr zu schätzen als Raven Kane: Sie ist eine ausgebrannte Hexe … und das ist das geringste ihrer Probleme. Als sie des Mordes beschuldigt wird, muss diese exzentrische Hexe, die hexen und texten kann, ihre vergangenen Leben erforschen, um ihre Freiheit zu bewahren und ihren Weg zur Magie zurückzufinden.

Humans are making my life complicated. First, my booty call-boy falls in love with me, then a John Doe shows up, pinned to our office wall. Then a paranoid Doomsday Prepper starts stalking me. Ugh. As if being a vampire in the city isn’t complicated enough.

Daiki finds a flash drive in his office, which leads him to a truth he is not ready to hear.

“Maybe,” says Margaret, “when you see this place you’ll understand. It’s like Club Med! There’s a heated pool and a rec centre and a cocktail bar and everything. They have 24-hour room service!” Andrew guffaws. “A cocktail bar? At a nursing home? What’s next? Happy Hour?”

A man makes a horrific discovery in the crim colony silo he's imprisoned in.

“There’s the drive back home, invariably in the dark. Not safe.” “She has plenty of space. We could have just stayed over.” Linda shook her head. “No. Not allowed. Against the rules.” “What do you mean?” Andrew took off his glasses and frowned at her. “Hodgey was always begging us to stay the night. I’ve never understood - " Linda drummed her fingers on her knees.“It’s just a thing, okay? An agreement.” Andrew’s furrows deepened. “Between you and Hodge?” “Between Peter and I. We sibling-swore.”

Red Riding Hood, retold by the (fictional) AI Millenniarellabot after being fed fairy tales and texts on euthanasia.

A man knows he deserves to be haunted for what he has done; he just didn't expect it to happen this way.

The last thing I remember is Lorin’s scream as my roadster smashes into the guardrails and flips into the air. There was Lorin’s terrible wail, and then being silently airborne. Then there was nothing. Later, some bright lights shone through - hospital ceilings, I guess - and doctors' terse commands. I piece together the clues I overhear. The crash, the rocks, the fire. Agony like I've never experienced before burns my every organ and bone. Pipes and palpations. Needles, catheters, and a heart monitor that sounds like a ticking time bomb.

We pulled into a makeshift parking lot in the middle of a huge herd of sheep. There were two or three cars, but not a cave or another person in sight. We watched the sheep for a while, not sure what to do, when we saw people walk past us, making their way up the hill. That’s when we realized that we would be working hard for our little bit of fertility magic: We had to hike to get to the cave.

Welcome to the lesser-known country of The Kingdom of Moldavia, known for its overgrown jungles, giant pineapples, venomous bronze-fanged adders, and the finest butterfly silk in the world. It’s home to tigers so ferocious and so vain that the only way to survive an attack is to dangle your pocket mirror in front of their trembling fish-gut whiskers. It’s a place where firebugs will put on a pyrotechnic show for you and, while you are watching, the satin-smooth hands of vervet monkeys will swipe your wallet.

Betty arrives at work slippery with sweat. She has no option but to run to her grind at Propag8 now that the taxi drivers are trying to kill her. She bought an electric car, but they keep trying to booby-trap it. Every time she puts her thumb on the ignition switch, she closes her eyes and waits for the explosion. Every time the car starts without blowing up, she knows it's just a matter of time. That she has bought one more day. That they are watching her, waiting for the perfect time to detonate her life.

The priest turned his back on the old man so he wouldn’t notice if his fingers shook while pouring. He would have poured himself a drink before the impromptu meeting, to steady his nerves, but he knew he’d be driving that night, so he had reluctantly abstained. When he sat down, a sigh escaped the priest’s lips. “I assume you know why I asked to see you,” said the bishop, his long wiry eyebrows knitting in an accusing way. His raptorial eyes were unblinking. “Yes, Your Excellency,” Father Sanderson said. “It is unfortunate”.

They stride over the broken paving of the sidewalk, stepping over tree roots and potholes. Susman trips over the nub of a tree stump, and De Villiers catches her hand without thinking. She regains her balance and snatches it back. “Sorry,” he says. She thanks him in an annoyed way, and plunges her hands back into her pockets and they keep walking.

By the time I realized I’d missed a couple of periods and my breasts were tender, it was too late. The black dread bloomed in my stomach, eroding my appetite and my sleep. I thought about killing myself. If I killed myself, no one would find out what had happened. If I took my life, I wouldn't have to harbor the parasite growing inside my body. The only thing that stopped me from slitting my wrists was the knowledge that my mom and dad would be prosecuted. The State didn’t take kindly to people committing suicide.