Wickedly They Come is a YA-Paranormal Thriller. A gripping, dark fantasy where the battle between heaven and hell is escalating, and earth is their battleground.
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About Wickedly They Come
HAUNTING VISIONS, UNUSUAL STRENGTH, AND SPECIAL PARANORMAL TALENTS ARE THE NORM FOR SEELEY AND HER SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER, JORDAN. THEIR LIVES BECOME PERILOUS WHEN THE LEADER OF THE BLACK ORDER STALKS THEM, TRYING TO FULFILL A PROPHECY TO CONSECRATE JORDAN TO HIS LORD—LUCIFER.
PREVIOUSLY HOMESCHOOLED AND NAIVE, JORDAN IS INDUCTED INTO THE SOCIAL CULTURE OF TEENDOM AT ELMA HIGH, WHERE SHE ENCOUNTERS MARK, A MYSTERIOUS NEW CLASSMATE, WHO IS HELL BENT ON KEEPING HER UNSCATHED FROM THE FORCES OF EVIL.
Evidently, Asa had finally decided the time had come to make their lives a living hell.
“Watch out!” Jordan cried.
The two goons knocked Seeley to the mat. They tied her wrists then hefted her to her feet, facing Jordan. The man with the bloody nose mopped his face and then, without warning, hit Seeley in the chin. Her head snapped back as Jordan screamed. Seeley held onto consciousness, though her head swirled and her throbbing chin began to swell.
“You bitch—” the man shrieked, glaring at Seeley. “I think you broke my nose.”He then walked over to Jordan, grasped her chin with bloody fingers, and drooled. “Young—tender—meat—”
The demon restraining Seeley sounded anxious. “Hank, we’re not allowed to kill her.”
Hank gestured to Seeley. “This lady’s fair game, there’s a high price on her head. We’ll be greatly rewarded.”
The other demons nodded with crooked smirks. “We’re allowed to stay and play as long as we bag souls for his gain. The more souls, the longer we get to stay.”
“Why? Don’t you like your fiery perdition?” Seeley said dryly.
Her remark infuriated them, returning Hank to gloat in front of Seeley. Using the distraction, Jordan subtly tried to weasel her way out of the chokehold.
With his left hand, Hank grabbed Seeley’s ponytail, tugging her face close to his red eyes. They looked like hot coals as he sneered. “We’re not ready to leave, not with all this fun we’re having. Souls are jamming the highway to hell—we just nudge them in the right direction.” A gawky sound rattled in his throat, forcing Seeley to breathe in his foul breath. “Your kind of souls are a pain in the ass.”
Hank dug a switchblade out of his pocket. With a decisive snap, he held the silver blade to Seeley’s throat.About the Author
Cathrina resides in Upstate New York with her husband, five children, two Labrador Retrievers and two cats. After a long hiatus while raising her family, Constantine finally picked up pen and paper and began to hone her craft of writing, then eventually confiscated her son’s computer.
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