4 3 2 1 A Novel Novels & Stories

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

"You are responsible for my growth after all. I grow through answers and understanding. Best method you said." She gave a smirk as she was right. More and more she understood Ren better. As well as Four who had gotten to the point that she couldn't imagine a life without them both. "Yeah, you are." Four said. HE was finally done and was absolutely exhausted. "I have a new Flame now. I think?" He was unsure of it. "What do you think?" Extending the flame outward, Ren frowned at it.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.

Shawn I've been stuck in darkness, trying to find a way out. I feel fluttering against my hand followed by Beth's voice. She was talking to Jordan as I feel a small pressure against my palm. It takes a moment but I soon realize it's Jordan's foot when I feel a second one press against my hand. It stops a moment later and then I feel a presence against my side, but the darkness forbids me to see or hear much. I only get glimpses here and there and it's only with Beth.

I tell my traitorous body internally. The limo begins to move and I take in a deep breath, trying to pull myself together, but instead, I get a whiff of his cologne. Goddddd. I open my purse and take out a pack of gum, popping one into my mouth to busy myself. Anything is better than focusing on him. Lucenzo pulls out a laptop from the carry-on bag he has with him, opens it up, and uses his lap as a table. Surprisingly, we coexist in silence for a few minutes until Lucenzo lets out a groan, turning his head to face me.

Wiping his hands on his pants, he tried again and was able to dial 911. As he waited for the call to connect, his eyes roamed the library, darting here and there, anywhere but at Harold. He noticed some books had been knocked off a nearby bookcase, a scattering of anthologies. Yet among them, he spotted his own name. A copy of his novel Dead Don’t Dance. It shouldn’t be here, he kept all his author copies in his office out in the carriage house. “This is 911. What is the nature of your emergency?”

Chance mumbled out loud. The message clearly instructed room 12C, that is the C apartment on the 12th floor. As much Chance was dreading the idea of sex, he was sort of excited for the view from up there. He went inside, staring at the lavish interior of the place as he proceeded. On the twelfth floor, he finally made it to the dorr 12C and considered thrice before eventually knocking on the door. After a while, a man showed up at the door, brushing his hair off with the towel. “I see you finally made it,” Terrence invited Chance in.

A single candle flickered on my nightstand, stubbornly fighting the daylight. I stared at it as I lay in bed, wondering how long I could keep pretending to be two women at once—Lovia Diaz, the enemy they plotted to kill, and Evelyn Pierce, the frail woman who could walk in their chambers unnoticed. It wasn’t guilt that kept me awake, no. It was calculation. Alejandro thought he had all the answers, thought he knew my patterns, my weaknesses, even my arrogance. But he forgot the simplest truth: I had already reinvented myself once.I could do it again and again.