Title: Eluded
Author: Lyra Parish
Publication Date: July 28, 2014
Lives intersect only to be changed indefinitely...LaurenThis isn't your typical girl meets boy.There isn't a glass slipper or Prince Charming.I've lived it and now it will be told.Welcome to my personal hell...DerrickI once saved lives and now... I so easily end them.Women are drawn to me like a moth to the flame, and like the moth not all of them continue on. Some are broken, others are damaged, and a few never make it out... but it's their decision to live. Only they often don't know that until it's too late.F*ck the rules, I create my own in a world where I have nothing left to lose. Living is a game, and I'm the reigning champion by being stronger and smarter than my prey.This is your warning. If you radiate vulnerability... Well, you could be my next victim. Don't try to hide. I'm not easily eluded.AbbotIt started with me and now it will end with me.Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I f*cking laugh at the mention of the word.Monsters have no control.I've got plenty.I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent.I hunt the ones that deserve it, the real monsters, the ones without regret or a soul.
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Stop. Heed the warning. Digest it. Proceed at your own risk.
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Because this is not your ordinary romantic tale. This is
not princess-meeting-her-prince-charming type of story. So not intended for
those who have weaker hearts.
Lauren had a nice life, it wasn’t perfect, but it was
nice and comfortable. Until, she found her fiancé sleeping with his partner,
and she was taken away and held hostage. Her nightmare began. But she stood
there, holding on to a mere shred, not allowing herself to give up. She meets
another girl, who have suffered way more than she did, far more longer, and was
constantly tormented, he was always trying to break her – but this girl was
strong too. And she was the one who helped her get through the nightmare day by
day. What they didn’t know is that Sophia has more to her than just a mere
prisoner.
Abbot was a bad, bad man. But has a purpose. Ever since
his sister was taken away from him when he was twelve, and he has decided he
will never be afraid anymore. He became the leader of the gang of London – they
take women before they were even taken away. But instead of imprisoning them,
they would send them free. They kill without conscience, but they only
victimize the bad guys. They only kill the monsters, and never the innocent. But
can the end justify the means?
Compare to Derrick, Abbot is a saint.
Am I ever ready to meet Derrick? I wished I never said
that. I wished I never did.
Derrick – you would hate him, you would despise him,
every cell in his body. He is evil personified. He can kill without conscience.
Take women, use them, and then take their lives without second thought. He can
give you nightmares, can cause you unwanted pleasure amidst the pain, and the
threats that can give your body the chills (out of fear). He was out for
revenge, and he’s got Abbot’s most important cards.
Eluded is DARK. Riveting. Thrilling.
It was a journey in a dark, scary tunnel, and I was
waiting to finally see the light in the end, if all the fear, if all these suffering
will come to an end. Will I ever get to have a happy ending – this question
lingered in my mind, until I finally get to read that part. I loved the twist, never
saw that one coming, even the connection, and indeed, there is that rainbow
after the storm.
Maybe what makes this book pretty special to me is
because this is not my ordinary read, and yet I couldn’t help but get hooked in
this extraordinary book written by one talented author!
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•Complimentary Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.•
The dream is always the same.A black van slows ahead of my sister and me as we walk home from school. When we pass, I hear the side door forcefully slide open and the hinges scream out in protest.Two men attack us. They grab us by our arms and their nails claw into our skin, causing it to break. We try to push them away and somehow manage to wriggle free. Then we run. We run like we've never run before, but they are always faster and stronger. When they catch up to us, one grabs my sister, pushes her down to the ground, and laughs.She bites his arm, leaving teeth marks and blood. This does no good though and only pisses him off. Then he slaps her in the face, yells at her, and threatens to kill her . . . but refuses to let go. They are relentless. I want to tell them that she is only ten years old, that she is no good to them, that she isn't even a woman yet, but a hand covers my mouth and an arm places me in a chokehold. My sister lets out blood-curdling cries, and all I know is that I need to save her. I kick my capturer in the knee, and he slams my body, then my head, into the cement until my vision blurs. I know I have a concussion from the brute force, but I continue to attack with everything that I have. No matter how hard I try, they take her.How can a twelve-year-old boy fight against men?He can't.I couldn't.When I think back to that day, I remember what the sky looked like after they pushed me down. It was blue like the color of the sea in Australia. Not often do I remember the sky in London being that color . . . or feeling so helpless. I'm often haunted by the look on my sister's face, and the sound of her screams and pleas as they shoved her into the van. I can still hear the revving of the engine as it hurried down the street like it was yesterday. That was the last time I felt fear. Those men stole more than my best friend and my sister. That day, they stole my soul.This time, I wake up dripping with sweat. Sometimes I am breathing rapidly or yelling, or my heart is racing so fast it pulls me from the nightmare. For the past fifteen years, I've been haunted with the memory of my sister's abduction. I used to blame myself for her having been taken. I no longer accept that burden, and I refuse to sit idly by. The underground darkness of London is at war with itself, and I've caused it. It will not end until the petty fucks that stalk my streets are destroyed.I will stop at nothing.Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I fucking laugh at the mention of the word.Monsters have no control.I've got plenty.I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent.I hunt the ones who deserve it—the real monsters, the ones without remorse or a soul.Sometimes people strive to be different, to step out of the fucking box, only to be misunderstood. The public doesn't understand me, but who really gives a shit?Who are they? Mice. They go to work every single day and spin the same wheel that gets them nowhere. Work. Marriage. Kids. Die.I search for adventure.I love control.When I find trouble, I make it my bitch.Most people call me Abbot. First name isn't needed. I truly believe there is power in a name. My friends respect me, my enemies fear me, and regardless of what I do, at the end of the day I am still a killer. Apparently, that's what defines me. Son, brother, leader of the Gang of London, protector, murderer . . . the only word that matters is the last one.Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage." If that's true, then where is my standing ovation for a job well done? Twisted fucks like me don't receive positive recognition. We don't deserve to be rewarded for ridding the world of horrible people, because being a murderer outweighs all the good.An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger, or blood for blood. What-the-fuck-ever.I'm not fucked-up from a horrible childhood, unless one counts my sister's abduction. Everyone tries to blame my life choices on my parents' guidance, but my actions are by choice. My mum and dad loved and supported me. They told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up, until I became what I am today—a cold-hearted killer.No one expected that one.
Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains.
You can find Lyra's Weakness series here - https://www.goodreads.com/series/107613-weakness
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