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We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more. Books that had whispered to me when the world was too loud. Books that had taught me what a woman could be. Mrs. Bertram smiled as she scanned the titles. “This will change someone’s life,” she said. I nodded. “That’s the goal.” I stopped at the market afterward for fresh apples and ginger chews. A few people I knew offered kind smiles, congratulations, warm nods. The town had softened. The whispers had quieted. And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land.

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

I harden immediately. "Will you fall back asleep if I suck you instead?” AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oopsy. She just wanted to surprise her man. Y'all trust in her is satisfying. PS- This book is now on Kobo, Amaaazon and Goodreads. Please I'll appreciate a review. If I request review again, kill cow for me. Thank you.

Still, he made it to the cellar's door. However, he furrowed his brows when he looked inside. Ian asked frigidly, "Where's that thing inside?" A maid who was cleaning at the side replied in a shaky voice, "Mr. Ian, didn't you ask us to get rid of it just now?" Just then, another maid held out a phone timidly. "Mr. Ian, we found Ms. Rebecca's phone inside the cellar and charged it for a while. It can be turned on now." I stared at that phone. Even though I could not feel anything inside me anymore, tears streamed from my eyes nonetheless.

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

Since you like to curse so much, I LEFT YOU A LITTLE GIFT. BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS LETTER, I WILL BE GONE FROM THIS STORY. P.S. If you die, you go back to the moment you woke up in the story.] ******************AUTHOR'S NOTE************************ Hi there, If you like the book at some stage, please leave a review <3 Check out my other book: Bad x Bad: My Dear Hana Thanks for picking up the story. I will do my best. **************************************************************** Book Cover Credit: Anderson Guerra from Pexels.com Find me on Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/norah_koch Instragram: Koch_Norah

The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby. If you’d like a paperback copy of Fable for your bookshelf, check out the print version on Amazon – it’ll make an enchanting addition to your book collection ;) Just search for 'Fable by Saskia Snow; on Amazon and you'll find it. And if you enjoyed reading Fable as much as I enjoyed writing it, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.