Arrows Fall Novelist Novels & Stories

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

The gun he was carrying fell somewhere. "Arghhh!" Jacob groaned in pain. "You hit Jacob..." Eren said as he turned his body. Apparently Eren had set a trap in the form of a wire rope that was installed between the dense grass. All members of the Jaguar team, captain Arnold and Professor Alex were amazed by Eren's ingenuity. When he saw Jacob was helpless, Eren took out the knife that was stored in his thigh. "Give it up, Jacob. You've lost..." said Eren while pointing a knife at Jacob.

My dear readers, I am glad to report that Aric has fulfilled 3,448 of his promises to them by the end of this novel. The End

It was definite and sure, like how my life depended on the beats. I pulled the three steel arrows from my inside pocket and let it drift from skin to skin as I make my way to the middle. I am close to attaching one of the arrows to the chest of my selected victim when a golden arrow flew past from my nose, barely missing it. It embedded itself on the chest of my victim and blossomed. Angered by this, I didn't dare to look around the room in case I spotted her again. I know better than to stir away from those stupid creatures. Putting the arrows back on my pocket, I huffed as I step out of the club.

Her fingers deftly tapped each key on the black laptop keyboard. The series of paragraphs continued to flow on the 14" laptop screen. Kanya Arundhati is currently working on her second novel after her first novel entitled A Mysterious Man, which has gained hundreds of millions of popular writing applications. That's where she earns and continues to write. Her second novel, entitled Kill Me, is still in the same genre as the first novel, the thriller genre, mystery, and mixed with romance.

Rose looked between them, mouth tight with rage. “No!” Ara screamed as they dragged her. Freda’s voice rang: “Do what you want. But she dies after.” Her bow, her arrows—too far. Rose trembled. Then she ran. Heart pounding. Grabbed the bow. Threw it. A perfect arc. Ara caught it—fast like wind. She rolled, pulled, fired. Two arrows. Two Alphas fell. “No!” Freda shrieked. Ara rose, fire in her chest.

Time in those moments does not slow in the romantic way of stories but it does change its character, becoming more distinct, each instant more completely present than normal time allows, and in that increased presence I heard my own voice produce Nova's name as a warning and I heard the sound of the first arrow being released and I watched it fly toward her and I watched it not arrive. The arrow curved. Not as a result of wind and not as a result of deflection and not as a result of any physics that the arrow's manufacturer would have anticipated when it was made. It curved because the space between the bow and Nova had become, in some way I did not have language for, a space in which the ar

I glanced up at Archer, seeing the raw pain etched into his features, the turmoil raging beneath his stoic exterior. Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your unwavering support throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me! Mark your calendars because my new book is set to release on June 1st, and guess what? It's going to be absolutely free! 😊