Linda White
1 Published Story
Linda White's Book and Story
The Enigma of the Midnight Mansion
Modern In the heart of the enigmatic town of Ravenwood, where secrets and mysteries have a way of lingering like shadows in the night, the Midnight Detectives emerge as unsung heroes. "Ebon Heart: Chronicles of the Midnight Detectives" is a thrilling tale of adventure, mystery, and the enduring power of selflessness.
In the first installment, "The Enigma of the Midnight Mansion," readers are introduced to a retired detective, Sarah Mitchell, who is drawn back into the world of enigmas by a cryptic invitation to the ominous Midnight Mansion. Alongside a diverse group of time-traveling individuals, the Midnight Detectives must solve a centuries-old riddle, battle betrayal, and uncover the truth behind a cursed gemstone known as the Ebon Heart. As the mansion's secrets unravel, so do the layers of the Midnight Detectives themselves, revealing the true nature of their strength.
In the subsequent volumes, "The Legacy of the Ebon Heart" and "The Return of the Shadows," the Midnight Detectives face even greater challenges. They must contend with the resurrection of the Ebon Heart's curse, a clandestine organization known as the Shadows of Ambition, and cosmic forces that threaten the very balance of the universe. With each encounter, they draw closer to the heart of the enigma, discovering the true purpose of the Ebon Heart and their own role as its guardians.
"Ebon Heart: Chronicles of the Midnight Detectives" is a story of enduring friendship, the pursuit of wisdom, and the unwavering commitment to the greater good. It is a journey through time and space, where the choices made by the characters have far-reaching consequences, and where the mysteries they unravel are as intricate as the human spirit itself.
Join the Midnight Detectives as they confront the unknown, battle against the darkness, and strive to maintain the cosmic equilibrium in a world filled with enigmas. In the end, the eternal question remains: will they unlock the ultimate secret of the Ebon Heart and forever safeguard the balance between light and darkness?
You might like
Ex-Wife, Please Have Some Self-Respect
Fritz Heaney I was driving through a rainstorm in upstate New York, pushing my old Volvo to the limit just to pick up a Dior gown for my wife, Catarina. She needed it for a gala tonight, where she planned to spend the evening standing next to the man she actually loved, Atticus Deleon.
The truck hit me head-on, crossing the center line and sending my car rolling down an embankment in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass. As the steering column crushed my chest, my brain didn't see a white light; it was pried open by a digital tsunami, flooding my mind with the "Quantum Archive"-billions of data points on surgery, high-frequency trading, and combat.
I woke up in the ICU with three broken ribs and a concussion, but the only thing waiting for me was a screaming voicemail from my wife's assistant.
"Jorden, where the hell are you? Catarina has been waiting for thirty minutes! You are so incompetent it's actually impressive."
There was no "Are you okay?" or "Are you alive?"-only fury over a ruined dress and a missing tie. While I was being resuscitated, my wife was on Instagram, singing "Endless Love" with Atticus and laughing at my "tantrum." She even called the family lawyer to freeze my credit cards, wanting to make sure I couldn't even buy a coffee without her permission.
For three years, I had been the "useful husband," the doormat who apologized whenever she stepped on my toes. But the accident had overwritten my desperation with cold, hard logic, and I realized I had almost died for a woman who viewed me as a liability with a negative return on investment.
When Catarina finally stormed into my hospital room to demand an apology for ruining her night, I didn't look at her with the usual puppy-dog eyes. I looked at her with ice in my veins and handed her a manila envelope I had drafted myself.
"Sign the divorce papers, Ms. Evans. I'm done being your canary." The Ex-Fiancé You Can't Afford To Lose
Madel Cerda I stood in the ballroom with a diamond ring in my pocket, waiting to be crowned King of the empire I had built from the ground up.
Instead, the woman I loved walked to the microphone and signed my death warrant with a smile.
Serena didn't announce our engagement.
She announced that Luca Moretti—an incompetent associate I'd almost fired three times—was the new Underboss and her partner in life.
Then, she kissed him. Deep and possessive, right in front of the entire Commission.
My heart didn't break; it simply stopped.
Luca smirked at me, wearing a suit that was too tight, while Serena looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Dante is the old guard," she told the crowd, dismissing me like a waiter. "We are moving in a new direction."
They stripped me of my title. They humiliated me on live television. They thought they had taken my crown.
But they forgot one crucial detail.
I was the Architect.
I had built the encrypted logistics system that kept the FBI in the dark. A system that required my specific biometric code every morning to function.
I didn't make a scene. I didn't scream. I simply placed the ring on a waiter's tray and walked out into the night.
Forty-eight hours later, the Vitiello empire was in a freefall. The accounts were frozen. The shipments were flagged.
My phone buzzed. It was Serena.
"Dante," she panicked, her voice trembling. "Fix it. Now."
I took a sip of my espresso and smiled at the chaos on the news.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Serena. You fired the only pilot who knows how to fly the plane." 
/0/45811/coverorgin.jpg?v=59c6fe46fe2ac3b51d4c6cac0d4e804c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
0
TOP UP
Reading History
Sign out
Get the APP
/0/60405/coverorgin.jpg?v=bacae26c403b741d2d78d05da89866d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/35109/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa00971fd7bc0207504fc902a9255f14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/38018/coverorgin.jpg?v=46aac320161748d208c0d91e3466572b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/40374/coverorgin.jpg?v=0db12381e42bc75436c2b78dcf25f22c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/31842/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc74519e1ab0a812b3d38f202f9bce90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106248/coverorgin.jpg?v=5684c969e6115dc505ea47082570f78e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/94080/coverorgin.jpg?v=91150c54f9122bb8677bd48009138a4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106249/coverorgin.jpg?v=8cca9622d357546a1be015d544e8f5bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/60227/coverorgin.jpg?v=275b2a2fe7c2cda76837ae8b7b665055&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/105972/coverorgin.jpg?v=80989a78e53df0b365bac54e6c8cd70a&imageMogr2/format/webp)