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she gasped, eyes popping out with a twinkle of relief "You found me.That was quick." Hie guys kindly check out my other book here on goodnovel titled A BLOODSTAINED I DO. The book is a romantic suspence thriller i hope that makes sense haha. It speaks of two friends who fooled an 'innocent' blind girl into marrying an assassin but it seems she just might just be the the one fooling all of them. A tale of massive twists and turns and its COMPLETE. Do check it out you wont regret! Leave a review too! Much love

Started on: May 22, 2016 Finished on: January 25, 2019 Highest Ranking: 12th under the Romance Hotlist, 5th under the Little Things list. (A sequel to Something Good) Reading Something Good is optional to understand this story. Don't try to steal my work, it's a rather good feeling to get an appreciation for your own work. Copyright with the author. Happy Reading ❤ Love, GeetVik ------------------------------------------------------ 1. The Haunted Past.

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I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

she urgently said. I smiled and showed her the book. “We’re saved.” “How did you--” I immediately covered her mouth. We heard footsteps towards us. My heart throbbed as I felt suffocated. “They’re coming,” I whispered. I ran towards the center and locked ourselves inside the cabinet. It smells a bit misty inside, and it’s more like a whiff of wool from an old lady’s attic. It’s a good thing that there’s nothing inside but a dusty vibe.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

According to Elizabeth, it was the day to return the favor that was bestowed upon the girls on one fine day. However, instead of all of them being present, it was only Anya but whatever she did was purely unintentional. In order to not get bored the whole day alone since Elizabeth had gone to the library to look for books while Iris was out to meet her parents who were visiting the city, Anya decided to get some workout done and headed to the gym. This was a habit that both Anya and Iris had picked up after Elizabeth came into their lives and it helped them keep their mind fresh and bodies healthy.

Her perfect hair was pulled into its usual glossy ponytail, her eyes blazing. She leaned in close, her perfume chokingly sweet. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” she hissed. “Aaron dies out of nowhere, and magically, every single folder he kept of your dirty little secrets disappears too?” I froze. My stomach dropped. Aaron told her? Or she snooped? Either way, she knew too much. But then, what she said hit me. Every single folder disappeared. All the photos. The threats. Gone. Elation filled me. For the first time in forever, I felt something sharp spark in my chest. Not fear. Not panic. Something dangerously close to freedom.

For a moment, I was shocked and could only stare at Andrew, who was reaching out for the box. Then, I stopped him while crying out, "This is my gift to Carl! Can't you just buy another one for that boy? Why do you have to snatch ours?" Andrew shoved me aside before retorting in an annoyed tone, "Natalia, how could you say that? What do you mean by 'snatch'? Jordan has been crying non-stop because his smart watch broke. He's still young, so can't you just let him have his way?"

Every day, I imagined he was enjoying his super perfect life, looking down his nose at the rest of us measely teens but his life had been anything but perfect. It'd been all bright on the outside and yet very dark, lonely and hollow on the inside that it must have been so fucking difficult. Somehow, I'm glad I skipped school today and is spending the day with him, a weak attempt at making up for lost times and a silent apology for....everything. Silently, I'm grateful that his book went missing because he would never have told me any of this if it hadn't, though I hope to hell and back that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands and ruin things further than it already is at the moment.