Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Amo Jones |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | 9781393487326 |
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My name is Dove Hendry. ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐๐น๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ. I was captured by darkness. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ดโฆ They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต... But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture. ๐ ๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง. The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and theyโre not happy about me being hustled into their acts. ๐๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ? ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ, ๐๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏโฆ Mind-tricks. Stunts. Deceit. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ. But thereโs something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen itโs face. I never had to. Iโd hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅโฆ When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded. His whispers were silenced. His shadow dissolving without a trace. I wondered why that was. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ... | |
| Books in Series: | Midnight Mayhem Series by Amo Jones |
| Books by Author: | Amo Jones Books |
To my Koro, who I lost earlier this year. Who stole me from my mother when I was nine-years-old, booked us flights to Christchurch, New Zealand, and took me to my first ever circus.
I get my rebellious soul partially from him.
โWelcome to Midnight Mayem. We are not a circus, we are not a carnival, and the only thing that you should be afraid of losing tonight, is your sanityโฆโ
Thirteen years ago, I felt evil. It penetrated my flesh and imprinted its scent into my soul to create a haunting concoction of poison, also known as The Shadow. I would further use this scent to draw out other evil because The Shadow was the worst of the worst. He wasnโt just dark or evil; he was deranged. There was no good in his soul, no droplets of light. He tormented me. Everywhere I turned, he was there to make sure I knew that Iโd never be free.
In every dark corner, he would be there. Watching me, waiting. For what? I never knew. But I was about to find outโฆ
Dove Noctem Hendry. Cheer captain and most popular girl at Charlston Academy, apparently. People were astounded that I became so popular so quickly in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, even as a small child. We moved here when I was just short of eleven, right afterโthe incident. The incident was something we didnโt talk about. I mean, my parents and highly paid shrinks could only bring it down to me suffering from PTSD and suppressed memory. Itโs all Iโd known, which was not much at all. But according to this yearbook, I was the most popular girl at school and a modern-day ballerina. Yearbooks are weird. Like, hey! Hereโs a reminder of what might have been the worst years of your life. Mine werenโt bad; they were actually pretty great. I just didnโt like reminders in general.
A knock on the door pulled me out of nostalgia. โCome in!โ I yelled, closing the book.
My dad was standing at the threshold, his collar loosened around his neck and a smile on his face. โWeโre thinking of getting takeout for dinner. What do you want?โ
I fluttered my eyelashes. โThai!โ
Dad nodded his head toward the hallway. โThai it is. Come on, before your mom starts yelling about your ballerina slippers being left out in the foyer.โ Mom complained about everything, but she liked to pick even more when it came to me. I was used to it. When youโd been cultivated by the neglect of your own mother, itโs easy to acclimatize to the callousness of the world.
Her emotional desertion only somewhat stabilized me in a way, making me stronger, and anyway, I was one hundred percent a daddyโs girl.
Climbing off the covers, I dashed into my closet to pull on my Ugg boots. My mom did nothing but stay at home and work on her garden beds, and my father was into political science. He wanted to run for office one day, probably sooner rather than later.
I treaded down the marble stairs, an extra bounce in my step. I had been reciting the cheer that would no doubt take home Nationals, so every single step was a dance step.
โCome on, kiddo.โ Dad pulled me under his arm, kissing the top of my head, just as my mom smiled at me, opening the door.
It happened fast.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
I remembered my dad shoving me behind him, and the desperate screams coming from my mom. We all dropped to the ground, my father lying on top of me, his back to my front, shielding me from harm.
โYou need to run, Dove. Run.โ
Iโwords were caught in my throat, threatening to choke me.
The door swung open, and four men stood still, all with their guns raised. They were wearing plain black bandanas, and on any other day, I would have thought they were street thugs, maybe wanting money. Until I noticed a couple of them were wearing suits.
The main one tilted his head, and just when I thought he was about to say something, my dad opened his mouth. โDove is going to leave before you do anythingโฆโ
They seemed to think over their next move. Words being silently spoken between the distance of each breath.
โDoveโฆโ My father leaned up onto his elbow, his eyes coming to mine. A dark blue pool thatโs deep enough to spill over his cheeks. โYouโre going to leave.โ His voice was slow. Hushed, but forceful.
I shook my head, not wanting to leave my dad. Not like this. Not ever.
โLittle Birdโฆโ he pleaded, tears finally leaking over the edges. โPlease.โ
He shoved me back, and the first thing I felt was the warm liquid seep through my clothes and stick to my belly. The first thing I smelled was the strong metal slosh of blood. The first thing I heard was the dying screams of my mother. But the last thing I heard before everything went black was his voice.