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Captain Humboldt Granger is running out of time! Across the deserts of Egypt and through the streets of Victorian England, he is running from ancient tombs to the hangman's noose.All to get back into the arms of the love of his life, Jessica.Henry had always hated him and would stop at nothing to steel Jessica's heart from him with lies and deceit. In the squalor of Victorian England Granger's life and those around him would change for ever!(Take a cup full of Indiana Jones and a cup full of Sharpe "no relation, I think" and you get Captain Granger. An historical adventure romance)…

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Reginald Draculesti lives under a shadow. Many people over the years have mistaken him for Dracula but the famous blood-sucking count, he is not. He has been searching for his tiresome cousin ever since Vladimir had left on holiday and had disappeared, never to be seen again and that had been over 150 year's ago. Reginald was fed up of having to keep track of Vladimir as he gallivanted around the world. And now he had probably come a cropper somewhere near the fishing village of Whitby, in England of all places."I mean, I do have a death of my own to be getting on with" Reginald thought.Cover art:- http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/File:Book_of_Dracul_Alucard.png…

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HALLOWEENEvery heart no matter how big or how small, no matter how young or old or even how good or bad, every heart has a soul, every heart has a light at its centre.It has long been understood among many that evil is an affliction only suffered by those who allow that light to grow dim and go out.Those that allow themselves to sink into the depths of darkness can only be saved by rekindling that flame and lighting up their heart once more! And the price? Love!…

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Halloween is her soon, so here's a message directly from Death himself. Listen to the media at the top to hear him read it out!…

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Chilling short poem that follows the ghost of a lost girl!…

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Death follows Peel around like a bad smell. Burnt and mutilated bodies are found in a derelict building. It could be ritualistic but it's definitely disturbing. Detective Peel is on the hunt for a murderer and what he finds will bring back memories best left buried. And memories from just months earlier, best forgotten. The case of the Grimsby Gouger just wouldn't go away!…

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#31 Creepy wordsShe is desperate, alone, scared and dying.…

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Twelve poems of a survivors shame and guilt. To be read in sequence.The Anna Riby Rhee, a Victorian fishing trawler goes down with a loss of all hands, except for its Captain. Find out how he survived and his guilt.…

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Poor Timmy…

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The Grimsby Gouger is out for blood. 16-year-old Macy Shepard was trapped, scared and about to die, the only person who could save her life was Detective Peel and he really had a bad headache and not just because of his alcohol problem.There is a murderer loose in the town of Great Grimsby and three girls are missing. 40 years ago the same happened, and Peel's father failed to catch his man. Are the new murders connected? Has the Grimsby Gouger returned or is there a copycat on the prowl?. The clock is ticking and three young lives are depending on Peel and his team to save them.Shocked and shaken by family secrets of his own that come to light, Peel is on the trail of not one but two vicious killers.Follow the rough and ready detective as he ploughs headlong through his own troubled past, searching for answers to secrets long hidden from him.…

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I am Sayne and I'm in pain as I lay dying in the wreckage among the others.I don't understand what has and what is happening to me, but I wish it to stop. I am not in heaven I know. So I must be in hell?…

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(Formally known as Augustus 12) Artificial Intelligence is about to get a down grade. Defeat can only come from within, but from within who. Follow Augustus as he begins to feel.…

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poem of thought and unreason…

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They say that bad luck come's along in threes. Bad luck, is bad luck, is bad luck, however you luck at it.1st. There's my crash2nd. There's my death3rd. Do you believe it, the bloody Zombie Apocalypse.This just isn't going to be my day!!!…

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A poem of sorrow, an ache for what is lost.…

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Check out my Wattpad birthday story to celebrate 10 years of stories!…

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From out of the fire, from out of their hell, they followed the ring of their death knell bell!…

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#31creepywords…

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Love is a single word, but should take a long time to say.Happy birthday @HelenSharpe xxx…