Miscreants: Next Generation Natalie Bennett (web ebook reader .TXT) 📖

no way he could see inside. None. Low murmurs filled the air, a few more people beginning to voice their concerns.

“My phone isn’t picking up our location, and this route isn’t on my maps,” Melantha said, leaning forward to show us her screen.

Gracelyn brushed her hair away from her face, tucking the blonde ombre locks behind her back. “Is that normal?”

No.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Ciaran reassured her.

He didn’t sound as if he believed it.

I wouldn’t say he seemed worried—more aware of the fact that things were looking extra sketchy.

As the front of the shuttle drew closer to the tunnel, the radio crackled. Ozzy Osbourne was replaced with an audible static, and then a rhythmic voice began to speak.

Ave Satanas, something wicked this way comes. It’s time for the reckoning to begin.

If you enter the Devil’s Playground be wary where you tread, for demons are lurking with trickery up their sleeves. Here good and bad cease to exist, and not all will make it to the end.

The price of freedom will be revealed only after bloodshed and rapture. A claiming of one and purging of others.

The voice stopped short, and the song resumed. I shared a look with the girls. That didn’t seem like regular station interference.

There was no mistaking what was said. Each word had been precise and clear as crystal.

“What’s going on?” someone yelled at the driver.

The radio cut off entirely just as we entered the tunnel. A loud bang erupted, the sound carrying inside. A scream tore through the air as the bus rocked from side to side, swerving through the fog.

I’m pretty sure we bumped the side wall, sending us careening to the left. Someone was flung into the aisle, crying out as they hit the floor. I dug my nails into the back of the seat in front of me, holding on as tightly as I could.

There was another bang, lodging my heart in my throat as we began to zigzag aggressively, brakes screeching as the driver tried to stop.

Everything thereafter seemed to happen in the longest seconds of my life.

The shuttle emerged from the tunnel.

We tilted.

I lost my hold, ripping a nail clean off as I fell from my seat.

And then there was nothing but screams, grating metal, and darkness.

OTHER BOOKS

Badlands Series

Savages

Deviants

Outcasts

Heathens

Degenerates

Hellions

Renegades

Miscreants

Old Money Trilogy

Queen Of Diamonds

King Of Hearts

Ace Of Spades

Pretty Lies, Ugly Truths

Sweet Poisons

Sick Remedies

Pretty Lies, Ugly Truths

Broken Crowns Trilogy (paranormal)

Beauty & Rage

Beauty & Wreckage

Beauty & Havoc (Standalone)

Standalones

Covetous

Dahlia Saga

Malice

Obscene

Depravity

Malevolence

Iniquity

Debauchery

Malicious

Stygian Isle

Del Diablo

Muerte

Deviant Games

Crucible

Malady

Calamity (standalone)

Devil’s Playground

Periculum

Maleficium

Daemonium

Coveting Delirium

Opaque Melodies

Melodic Madness

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

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I sometimes thought this book would never see the light of day. I have so many versions of it in various stages. I love my Badlands so, so much, but Miscreants was seriously the book I struggled most with out of all of them thus far.

I stepped away from my Savages and wrote something not everyone may love. It took an inner pep talk to remind myself why I was writing in the first place. I don’t expect people to adore all my words. My stories are something I flove creating and seeing brought to life.

I appreciate every person that bothers to pick up a book by me and read my words. I felt it was necessary to give Lilith and Samael their own story before diving into Misfits.

So, for starters:

#TPR

The one that have stuck with this series from the very beginning. I can’t express how happy and grateful I am that you love my babies so hard. I have a ton planned for the Badlands future!

Oneshia Green

Not only my PA, my best mf friend! You help me with all the things and never let me give up or talk bad about my writing. LOL I would be pathetically lost without you.

SAVAGE ST

All the amazing women on my street team that support me even after witnessing how big of a hot ass mess I am. You’re seriously the best of the best.

Bloggers

You keep this book world turning. Every tag, edit, and review five stars or one, I appreciate each one of you.

READERS

The reason this book world thrives.

I found during some of my lowest times how amazing my readers are. Supportive and encouraging, for the most part ridiculously patient. I can’t put into words how grateful I am to you.

You’ve made my author dreams come true x10 and encouraged me on countless occasions to keep going without even knowing it. For any new readers taking a gamble on me, thank you for giving me a chance.

FINAL

I could list a million people that have helped me time and time again on this journey, but this acknowledgment section is about to turn into a chapter. SO, my ARC readers, Evelyn my amazing editor, and the women of Enticing Journey—thank you for being with me every step of the way as I wing this author thing and try to keep my ish together.