And Then There Were None Author Novels & Stories

Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

he says in a soft, gentle voice. Saturn stares at everybody and then looks to Treasure. Apparently they can talk without mindlink or speaking at all because after a few seconds Treasure looks at the rest of us and starts explaining what happened. Once we get the full story from the girls, the ladies take them to the kitchen, so they can go bake cookies that allows us men to talk about what we smelt near the cliff. Parker is the first one to speak up “ am I crazy or did those scents at the cliff smell like aunt Ainsley”

"I don't need it, and I don't care anymore." Faced with my cold and final response, June fell silent once again. She had become little more than skin and bones now. Her eyes were deeply sunken, her complexion gray and lifeless. I didn't pity her. But I didn't hate her either. There was simply no point anymore. It wasn't worth it. Still, for the first time, I saw something in her eyes that had never been there before. After standing there for a while and seeing that June had nothing else to say, I left the room without lingering any longer.

It wasn’t the arm of a man; it was the metal arm of a machine. … “Leris, give me a body count.” “6 killed in the blast, Centurion sir.” “Names?” “Hrundig, Thadeus, Paul, Matthew, James and Tiberius.” After hearing the names, Trosdig suddenly shouts and stabs his sword repeatedly on the corpse of a barbarian. He suddenly calms down goes kneels down on one knee and begins muttering prayers. I don’t understand the prayers but I hear the words “strength” and “perseverance.” “All-Father Odin, give me the strength to persevere in leading my men” Leris whispers, as he walks past me. I hear Trosdig repeating the same words again and again until he begins to sob. We all look away; no one can comfort

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

It's quite straight anyway, thank God. So now, we were in his livingroom, Axel was sitting and my head was rested on his thighs, while I was reading out loud. This time, it was Agatha Christie's turn and her novel And then there were none. I have never read this one before and I was loving it, with the exeption of Axel ruining every plottwist for me and then giggling like a schoolgirl when I got mad at him and swat his chest.

I never knew the name was my executioner. "You’ve reached the end of the page, Hazel," a voice boomed. It wasn't a sound in the air. It was a thought placed directly into my brain. "Every story needs a finale. And yours is a tragedy." The giant fountain pen descended. The nib was as sharp as a spear, dripping with ink that looked like melted stars. It touched the ground a mile away, and a massive wave of white emptiness started to erase the city. People weren't dying; they were just vanishing. They were being un-drawn.

Sophia’s expression hardened. “We’re not your entertainment.” The Author looked at her. “Then what are you?” Sophia took Lucien’s hand. Seraphina stood beside them. “We’re unfinished.” The Author smiled. “That’s the problem.” The Author’s Final Weapon He raised his hand. A pen appeared. One stroke. A world disappeared. Another. A universe vanished. Another. Mora fell. Death disappeared. Asterion screamed. The Primordials collapsed. The Father Beyond vanished. Sophia watched in horror.

The Sasha who lived for his approval was no more. I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting no hate or longing. All that was left was the quiet peace of the dust settling. “I hope you find happiness.” Before Allen could say anything more, I turned away to walk out of the tent. The blizzard outside rushed in, sweeping along the North’s untamed liberty. Without hesitation, I stepped into the solid and wide realm that belonged to Alison.

The sky above the City of Forgotten Authors split open. Black pages began falling like snow. Wherever they touched the ground... roads disappeared. Buildings crumbled into blank paper. Entire streets were erased from existence. The dark Adrian extended one hand. "Come." "You've spent your whole life searching for the truth." "So have I." "It's time..." "...for us to become one again." The White Book suddenly turned to its final page. For the first time... there were no words. Only a single question. WHICH ADRIAN IS THE REAL AUTHOR?