Another 2001 Novels & Stories

“I’m not dropping you into that.” “You’re not. I am.” “That’s worse.” “Trust me.” Silence. Tight. Heavy. Then, quietly, “I do. I just hate it.” “Same.” The connection surges again. I push harder this time. The fracture shrinks another inch. A scream echoes from the other side. Not human. Not anything I want to understand. “Now would be a great time,” Josh mutters. “Almost,” I say through clenched teeth. The figure watches closely now.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

"Guess what. Isabelle is my sister. 20 years ago, my parents ditched her over some genetic flaw. Bet she's dead by now." "Shut up!" Mateo growled. "Keep talking shit, and I'll rip your mouth off."

The moment the plane touched down, a designated driver was already waiting to take me to the car. "Are you Ms. Cassandra Holt?" A sharply dressed werewolf in a tailored suit walked toward me. "I'm Nathaniel Golding. The company sent me to pick you up." I accepted his business card. "Thank you." "Ms. Holt, I also heard you're expecting. If you need anything at all, just let me know." I stared at him, surprised. He seemed to understand instantly.

It's too much for me to deal with because I don't even know that I'm dead! Dying in my sleep is a peaceful goodbye. That's why the ghosts in the bathroom are telling me that I'm already like them. But my soul goes to the other side so it means that I'm not going to turn into a ghost-like them. It's been twenty years since I was supposed to die. I must accept my fate and go with Angel. "Fine. Let's go wherever you're taking me." I finally told him. "Wait! What are you talking about? You will just let the angel of death take your soul?" The vampire asked.

Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

“Use your explosion ability and hit the sharp edge above us. It should be enough to seal the cave for a while, allowing us to regroup. But we will have to come back tomorrow, I doubt it will hold out any longer.” I nod looking up at the piece of the mountain sticking out above us, she is right, this will work and with my ability, bringing it down will be easy. “Make sure to move out of the way when I hit it.” I grab my hammer and ready myself for the jump when she drops another variable in the mix. “There is also the possibility that there is more than one entrence.” She takes a quick look at me, concern clearly edge on her face. “We will deal with it when the time comes.”

] Noe, use telepathy. [As I thought, he's an artificial vampire] Erin. [Nay, teleport us to the meadows of Danir town! If it's here, Al will definitely notice it,] Noe The city of Danir was the capital of the country of Danirmala before the city of Mala. Now the city is used as a center of industry and commerce. There is a very wide and deserted prairie to the south of the city. After moving them all away, Nay immediately set up a barrier around them.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa