3rd Degree Novel Novels & Stories

Michelle gives me a quick hug and then heads back to her desk upstairs, leaving me to my thoughts. As much as I try to bury myself in my work, my mind keeps coming back to the eulogy I have promised to write. I want to do Nonna and my mum proud, but I am just not sure where to begin. I try several attempts but each one seems weak, and I realise I am hardly full of inspiration, so I hit Delete and go back to completing a report that I could do in my sleep. With a determined effort I lose myself, and the next time I glance at the clock, it is eight in the evening and it is dark outside. I seem to be making a habit of this, so the security guard says nothing about it when I wish him a good even

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I push inside and start searching. Nightstand first. Nothing but lip balm and an old phone charger. Under the mattress. Empty. Closet. Just clothes. I drop to my knees, check under the bed. Dust. Then I see the wooden crate in the corner. The books Madeline sent. They’re stacked neat except one that’s tilted sideways, like someone dropped it in a hurry. I crawl over, pull the tilted book out. Old leather cover. No title. I flip it open. Halfway in, big black letters jump out.

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Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

A/n: Welcome to season 3! I am putting this book into seasons because obviously, the storyline is MASSIVE and I can't put it in one whole book. For reader and writer convenience, I have decided to put the books into 3 whole seasons. Don't be confused with sequels and seasons, I won't be writing a sequel for Hellbound Alpha (unless you lovely readers want me to) Hence, now I welcome you to Season 3! *** 2 years later,

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The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

“Among humans, it is used as a way to kill a vampire forever. But among vampires, it is a way to resurrect them. “You will lie here, at Caleb’s side, and we will hold a funeral service for you both, and repeat it three times. If it works, on the third time, you will both be revived, together. Either that, or you will both die for good. “IF you are revived, you must know that it will not be in this time. You will both wake in a new life, a new place, a new time. You cannot move forward in time, so you will move backwards. We don’t know what place, or what time era.”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of