A Double Life Book Novels & Stories

He perished in the flames with them. Lucius married my memorial tablet. The morning after the wedding, he was found dead in the bridal chamber. The System told me everything was ready. I nodded. When I woke, I was in my own home. My mother held me and cried with joy. The hospital had called. My incurable illness was gone. My father laughed until his voice shook. "Vicky, our family won the lottery. Several times, in fact. A billion in total." I glanced at the calendar. It was the Lunaris Festival.

The script was archaic, looping and sharp like claws etched into paper. The first page of the book bore only a single line: TO HOLD TWO SELVES IS TO KNOW NO SELF AT ALL. My breath seized. I turned the page. The book was about duplication. I mean true, living duplicates. Not golems or constructs, but exact replicas of a person, down to their soul-echo. The text spoke of ancient rites, of mirrors that drank moonlight, of blood mixed with starlight and silence. It claimed that such power had been sealed away a long time ago, tagged too dangerous, too destabilizing to the fabric of identity.

Aurora lamented. Heath, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, carried her to the sofa. "Fine, I'll tell you." He pulled a book from the shelf and handed it to her. It was a black and white design, titled Dual Facades. "Ever read this?" he asked. Aurora shook her head. "No, I haven't." "Go read it and let me know what you think. There, I've told you. Now, go back to sleep," Heath said, carrying Aurora back to the bedroom.

“God I love a man who reads,” she breathed and laid her head on the desk, spent. * * * The sex out of their system—for the movement, at least—Eleanor and Daniel made diligent progress on his library. Daniel sorted, reclassified while Eleanor dusted the bookcases in question and reshelved the newly Deweyed books in proper order.

Author’s note. On this note, I announce to the fans of Double sided revenge that the book has come to an end. Thank you all for your support, patience and abundance of love. Every penny spent on reading the book is appreciated, your hearts reach me, every single one of my followers. This book is so precious to me, because it’s the first and only book I have ever completed since I started writing In 2019.

The nightmare she had was a splitting copy of the way things ended for her in her previous life. In her previous life, Yvonne worked away like a slave for Adam after they got married. She had gone through all that just to be tormented by his family and had to deal with their constant insults. When Adam got rich, he ended up cheating on her and dumped her. In the end, she could not get custody of the baby. Adam’s family refused to let her visit her baby as well. She ended up dying all alone and without support. She never got to see her child.

he stated and smiled happily at me giving me the creeps. "What does that even mean," I growled angrily and Kaeha chuckled. He put his arm around me and smiled. "It means that you are a Dual God, Sebastian, two sides of the same coin, both light and dark or Life and Death. You can give life or take it away, but like your mother, you aren't supposed to even exist, you're either an extreme mistake or a divine blessing, it's for you to decide. You have the ability to kill other Gods or bring deceased ones back to life and there are those in the world that would pay any price for that gift and use it nefariously," he replied and I nodded in shock. I didn't realize Hoka and Rai both had been eaves

She had thought the thing would stay hidden. No secret lasted long enough under pressure from two alphas, and the smell of a man who had chosen to mate her regardless of what might come. I closed my eyes for a half second, tasting the future. The twins began to ask questions, crisp and precise. The servants shuffled like startled birds. Daisy stammered something incoherent about Enrique’s absence and Frynn talked about a punishment that had been lifted too soon. Daisy stared at me as if I had become a weather vane that could not be turned back.

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re here for polite romance, fade-to-black sex, or anything resembling manners… close this book right now and go clutch your pearls somewhere else, sugar tits. You’ve been warned, princess. Chapter – 0001 GRACE I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, head of a charity foundation and daughter of Arthur Sullivan, the very conservative President of the United States, am staring at a cardboard box of blow-up dolls. And no, these are definitely not kids’ toys. I know the box contains blow-up dolls (free condoms and lube, too, apparently) because in bright orange lettering on the side, it announces the contents: LIFELIKE PERSONAL ROMANCE DOLLS! NOW WITH FREE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK-CONDOMS AND LUBR

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! I need a maximum word for publishing this chapter, so it is repeated. ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.