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What if your next bite could be the one that adds a year to your life? What if the secret to living to 100 isn’t buried in some distant lab or wrapped in complicated medical jargon — but scattered in ancient traditions, humble kitchen tables, sea-sprayed fishing boats, and stories your great-grandmother might’ve told if you’d asked her? Eat for 100: The Foods and Habits That Help You Live Longer is not your typical health book. This isn’t a checklist of forbidden snacks and trendy diets you’ll abandon by next week.

I'm not a dominatrix. I'm just a single mom struggling to pay the bills and raise my two kids. But when my sister, Kalli signs up as an escort for a demon and ends up with a billionaire demon boyfriend, I can't help wondering if I should re-think my work situation. I'm not looking for a boyfriend, but if the huge, handsome, rich minotaur wants to pay to get on his knees for me, I'd have to be stupid to turn that down, right?

I came to the hidden monster town of Ever for one reason—my nieces. I definitely didn't expect Connall, the quiet, authoritative shifter male, whose intense stare follows me everywhere I go. And I sure didn't move for the hilarious, snarky elemental who floats outside my bedroom window at night. Is cozy stalking a thing? Because that's what Dirk does. But it turns out my nieces are thriving, those badass bitches.

Set against the backdrop of the post-war booming art market, the failed actress Carmen meets Jean-Patrique (JP), the handsome clairvoyant on the steamer from Barcelona to Mallorca, and a chain of mysterious events draws them together to defraud an American multi-millionairess of her wealth. Carmen underestimates the psychological issues JP has to contend with, yet with the help of JP’s unscrupulous spirit guide, all goes to plan until an unexpected legal hitch from an unwelcome visitor to the island becomes an impediment that needs to be removed.

If you could kill your neighbor and get away with it, would you? This dark, deliciously twisted tale of suburban suspense is a hilarious short story filled with jaw-dropping moments that will leave you guessing. One problematic homeowner. Four neighbors who want her dead. So, whodunnit? In the quiet, suburban neighborhood of Ambridge, PA, one neighbor is causing more than just a headache — she’s stirring up drama, spreading chaos, and making everyone’s lives a living HELL. That menace's name is Linda and she’s about to find out how far her neighbors will go to get rid of her.

A young heiress, who has battled lifelong insecurities, finds herself entranced by the charisma of her handsome, charming new husband. However, their seemingly perfect marriage quickly crumbles when she learns of his sinister plan to strip her of everything from her dignity to her fortune... and maybe even her life. Betrayal, deception, and even murder are small prices to pay to acquire this level of wealth, but how far will he really go to eliminate anyone who stands in his way?

Trolls belong lurking under bridges, not in the arms of beautiful human women. That's what Hisondine tells me. He's not fooling me, though. I see the way he looks at me. I know the way he touches me. He's huge and muscled and hard as stone. But that's not the only thing about him that makes me feel safe. He treats me like I'm precious. I've been a companion to plenty of monsters, but I've never met one who makes me feel special the way he does.

In the murky depths of familial ties, Craven's world shatters as his parents welcome Leo, an enigmatic 8-year-old wrapped in shadows that whisper of ancient terrors. Leo's unsettling obsession with death and the chilling accidents that shadow his steps plunge Craven into a nightmare of dread, his every instinct screaming of impending doom. As secrets coil like serpents around his family, Craven faces a chilling truth: can humanity withstand the dark legacy that pulses through Leo's very being?

In over 30 essays, written over 20 years, one of the world's great storytellers meditates on the art of storytelling. Warm, engaging and often amusing collection of writing which offers thoughts on a wide variety of topics, including the origin and composition of Philip's own stories, the craft of writing and the storytellers who have meant the most to Philip. The art of storytelling is everywhere present in the essays themselves, in the instantly engaging tone, the vivid imagery and striking phrases, the resonant anecdotes, the humour and learnedness.

The message is hand written on a scrap of paper stuffed in an envelope. It reads: 'Are you blind to the truth?' I study the shaky capitals, attempting to winkle out some clue about the sender, then I stow it in the filing drawer with the others. The messages are delivered when I'm out. They lie on the doormat waiting for me in their cheap manila envelopes, the flap tucked in rather than stuck down.

Henry was back in his childhood bedroom for the first time in ten years and it was as though he had never been away.

I'm not unique; there are hundreds like me, and others who lost limbs or were killed outright. No matter how alert you were, it could happen at any time. Suicide bombers and improvised explosive devices were almost as common as the flies that continually plagued us.

Marianne had no choice but to take the position of night porter at the St. Denis Hotel; it was either that or have her job-seeker's allowance cut because she had already turned down too many other offers of work.

David knew that there would come a time when he would have to meet Salvatore Ruiz. After all, Toledo is a small city and they had several mutual friends and acquaintances. However, David did not expect to meet the man at Matías's flat, and certainly not on a Friday evening for one of their all-night card sessions.

Jack London (born John Griffith Chaney, January 12, 1876 - November 22, 1916) was an American author, journalist, and social activist. NEGORE, THE COWARD: He had followed the trail of his fleeing people for eleven days, and his pursuit had been in itself a flight; for behind him he knew full well were the dreaded Russians, toiling through the swampy lowlands and over the steep divides, bent on no less than the extermination of all his people.

They limped painfully down the bank, and once the foremost of the two men staggered among the rough-strewn rocks. They were tired and weak, and their faces had the drawn expression of patience which comes of hardship long endured. They were heavily burdened with blanket packs which were strapped to their shoulders. Head-straps, passing across the forehead, helped support these packs. Each man carried a rifle. They walked in a stooped posture, the shoulders well forward, the head still farther forward, the eyes bent upon the ground.

Jack London (born John Griffith Chaney, January 12, 1876 - November 22, 1916) was an American author, journalist, and social activist. BROWN WOLF: She had delayed, because of the dew-wet grass, in order to put on her overshoes, and when she emerged from the house found her waiting husband absorbed in the wonder of a bursting almond-bud. She sent a questing glance across the tall grass and in and out among the orchard trees.

Jack London (born John Griffith Chaney, January 12, 1876 - November 22, 1916) was an American author, journalist, and social activist. A DAY'S LODGING: It was the gosh-dangdest stampede I ever seen. A thousand dog-teams hittin' the ice. You couldn't see 'm fer smoke. Two white men an' a Swede froze to death that night, an' there was a dozen busted their lungs. But didn't I see with my own eyes the bottom of the water-hole? It was yellow with gold like a mustard-plaster. That's why I staked the Yukon for a minin' claim. That's what made the stampede. An' then there was nothin' to it.

Luke found it difficult to sleep during the late summer nights. Half the city seemed to be awake and partying outside until the early hours of the morning. Tonight he was resentful that he was both kept awake and not partying him-self, although it was a fact that he could have gone out on the town if he had wanted to.

The Lair of the White Worm is a horror novel by the Irish writer Bram Stoker. It was first published by Rider and Son of London in 1911 - the year before Stoker's death - with colour illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. The story is based on the legend of the Lambton Worm. It has also been issued as The Garden of Evil.