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Our dream home. A fresh start. But the house comes with secrets — and so do the neighbours. The moment we moved in, I knew something was wrong. A cracked stove. Scribbles on the wall. The lights flicking off every evening — always at the same time. Our daughter crying in the night, pointing at the corner of her room. "She has no face." Now the gifts are arriving. Notes through the door. A bottle left in the kitchen with no explanation. And my daughter won't stop screaming in her sleep. Everyone thinks I'm imagining it. But I know what I saw. What I heard.

Luke Whitney is stabbed to death. His wife Anna confesses after she is found next to his lifeless body. But if she did it, why can't she confirm any of the details of the crime? As police dig into the circumstances, they learn that the victim was a liar, a cheat and a narcissist. More than one person had a reason to want him dead; his scorned ex, his neglected mistress and Anna – who knows what happens to Mrs Whitneys when Luke gets bored of them.

‘My baby’s been taken,’ I sob into the phone. Blood is everywhere. My fiancé, Alex, is slumped beside the birthing pool, his head gashed open. The baby? Gone. I cradle my empty stomach, my empty arms. And then Alex looks at me — not with love, but with blame. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The move. The fresh start. The antenatal classes. The new friends. But nothing about this feels right. And as the sirens wail closer, I realize something terrible — someone planned this. Someone in our new life wanted our baby.

Erika Cass has a perfect family and a perfect life. Until the evening when two detectives show up at her front door. A high school girl has vanished from Erika's quiet suburban neighborhood. The police suspect the worst - murder. And Erika's teenage son, Liam, was the last person to see the girl alive. Erika has always sensed something dark and disturbed in her seemingly perfect older child. She wants to believe he's innocent, but as the evidence mounts, she can't deny the truth - Liam may have done the unthinkable.

The guest list for Brit and Joe’s joint bachelor-bachelorette weekend is small and exclusive: the bride, the groom, the best man, a work friend... and me, the maid of honor. I’ve planned every detail to make this a celebration none of us will ever forget. Expect daytime drinking, poolside lounging — and a White Lie Party designed to help us share all our little secrets. After all, confession is good for the soul... and one of us is hiding something truly killer.

We've won a multi-million-pound house in the Cotswolds. It's a dream come true. But the nightmare is just beginning. The threats start immediately. The day we move in, the woman next door comes over, with a bottle of red wine. Then I get a message congratulating me... and saying they know about what happened sixteen years ago. The mistake that ruined everything. And things are about to get even worse.

I'm Daphne Wood, the bookseller of Castle Combe. My life was peaceful until the best-selling author Gill Holland moved to town. He bought the house next to mine, the late Bettie's place, and became my new neighbour. The girls from the book club envied my luck. I thought so too, until I started seeing the most disturbing things. They didn't know Gill Holland like I did.

When Sarah’s husband, Nick, is killed in a car accident, her world shatters. Facing a future without him seems impossible. But maybe she doesn't have to. When Sarah discovers EternaTech, the AI program Nick and his business partner have been working on in secret, she is given the chance to speak to Nick from beyond the grave. It sounds like him. It feels like him… As Sarah becomes consumed by her connection to this digital Nick, she begins uncovering secrets about his final days.

I thought moving to this quiet cul-de-sac was the fresh start my husband and I needed, escaping the noise of our cramped flat in Hounslow. I left India and all that was familiar for a new life with him in England. But my husband works all hours, leaving me alone in a house that doesn’t feel like a home. Our neighbours notice the bruises on my arms. They draw the obvious conclusions. They seem kind, but they’re hiding something. I just can’t shake the feeling that someone is always watching me . . . waiting. My husband’s working late. Again. That’s when I see it.

In den Mooren von Yorkshire ringt die gefeierte Autorin Faye Mathis mit ihrer Frühdemenz-Diagnose. Als ein Bild von Faye – schmutzig und zerzaust, allein durch das Moor stolpernd – viral geht, versinkt ihr Leben im Chaos. Faye ist überzeugt, dass sie nicht die Person auf dem Foto ist. Faye beginnt, die wahre Identität der Frau auf dem Foto zu suchen. Aber je mehr Fragen sie stellt, desto verwirrender wird die Wahrheit.

An exhausted writer. A cottage on a dead-end road. Locals want her gone. Her ex is hunting her down. Don’t go down into the poisoned hollow... Leni is on edge. Fleeing the city and a stalking former boyfriend, she rents a cottage on an island to write a new book. But her vision of living in an...

After suffering a brutal and random attack, Daniel Henderson is left fighting for his life. As he embarks on the long road to recovery, he begins experiencing disturbing visions. Fleeting and half-glanced, they are visions of women being murdered, women who are victims of the Tallyman, the notorious serial killer whose reign of terror began forty years ago. As Daniel’s family start to put back together the pieces of their life, Daniel dismisses his visions as traumatic hallucinations. But as they become more vivid, he finds himself haunted by details that only the killer could know.

Samantha Valentine didn’t drift into my life, she collided with it. Soon it was like we had been friends forever. She told me everything about her perfect life, but I always felt there was something she was leaving out. Then one night, I get a frantic call from Samantha, hysterical and begging me to protect her from her boyfriend. Rushing to her house, instinct takes over and soon my heart is hammering out of my chest as I stand over the body of a man I had never met before this evening.

As soon as we open the door to our beautiful new home, I sense their presence . . . the couple who lived here before us. They’ve left things behind, as if on purpose, for us to find. First, there is the mysterious diary that ends too abruptly, followed by pictures of a couple in their thirties, just like us. Tired-looking parents with two small children. Who are they?

Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

My husband doesn't understand why I want to return to work, especially while our daughter is still so young. She's only four weeks old. But I'm at risk of losing my job if I don't. Hiring a nanny seems like the best solution, and Bree Miller is the perfect answer — she's young, bright and immediately adores Delilah. We go for a walk in Central Park on Bree's first day. I'm taking a call when I hear a loud, high-pitched shriek. My heart races in my chest as I turn the corner. A man dressed head-to-toe in black has his fingers wrapped around the handle of Delilah's stroller...

When Erin books a last-minute villa on Italy's stunning Amalfi Coast, she hopes it will be the perfect chance to repair her fractured family. Upon arrival, they meet Tristan and Bea, the alluring siblings vacationing in the villa next door. But their idyllic getaway quickly unravels when Erin's teenage son Jesse goes missing after a party, and a body is found on the beach. As secrets and lies are exposed, Erin realises her family is being targeted by someone with a sinister agenda.

In 2010, Brooke Lowry, Carrie Hollis, and Eve Shay were inseparable. But on the Fourth of July, Eve vanished—her case never solved. Brooke moved away, but Carrie couldn’t let go, her obsession driving her to become the Chief of Police. Now, fifteen years later, just as Carrie is about to close Eve’s case for good, an anonymous call provides a chilling new lead. And–within days–a man’s body is hauled in by a fishing boat. His murder is linked to a hotel a few miles away–where the guest in the room next door was none other than Brooke Lowry.

En el paraíso, no confíes en nadie. Cuando Erin reserva a última hora una villa en la impresionante costa italiana de Amalfi, cree haber encontrado la oportunidad perfecta para recomponer a su familia fracturada. Al llegar, conocen a Tristán y a Bea, dos hermanos de vacaciones en la villa de al lado. Pero su idílica escapada se desmorona cuando Jesse, el hijo adolescente de Erin, desaparece después de una fiesta y se descubre un cadáver en la playa. A medida que se desvelan secretos y mentiras, Erin se da cuenta de que alguien, con intenciones siniestras, está atacando a su familia.

My husband and I are fighting for our lives in hospital after a terrible car accident. But despite my pain, all I can think about is what our families will find behind our front door. The scarf that has been all over the news, belonging to a dead young woman with honey-coloured hair. I have to speak to the police before my husband can. I’m drifting in and out of consciousness, but when I hear my wife talking to the police, accusing me of the murder of an innocent woman, a cold fear grips me. I know I’ve got a temper.