Arrows Fall Novelist Novels & Stories

She knew the environment well but entering unnoticed was a new challenge. She took out the envelope tucked safely inside her drawer. The faint smell of paper and ink reminded her of the risk she held. Notes that tied questions to answers and suspicion to names. The closer Aria came to the truth the more the air around her felt heavy. Her phone vibrated. I am outside. Aria grabbed her gloves slipped them on and stepped out into the crisp evening air. Rowan stood by his expensive graphite gray car straightening his cuff links. His navy tailored suit fit sharply and the gold brooch on his lapel gave a striking yet refined touch. He represented confidence and a calm sense of authority.

I constantly ask myself why I even try but then I take one look at Adrian and immediately know why. My name is Madison Rain Rivera and this is how The Decadence of The Fallen’s Adrian changed me forever.

Because of that, it made me want to practice the erotic scenes in this novel on Ara. I put the novel I was reading into her bag. Then I greeted Ara's arrival, she was running and into my arms. "Next time, don't run like that." I am very worried about the condition of our baby in her tummy. For God Sake. Apparently, this woman sometimes forgets that she is pregnant. "My new novel will be out in three days." said Ara happily. She was smiling, a very sweet smile. What's more, her eyes were narrowed with a smile, which made me want to kiss her. I feel exasperated by her cute behavior.

Drawing a arrow, Luna shared a thought with the other two. With her covering their back, Emma and Allyssa slowly traced the cause of the sound. The building was tightly enclosed. Forming a hill of collapsed building. Sighting a hole, Emma glanced over at Luna who didn't hesitated in realeasing an arrow inside. "Fuck——fuck...my poor heart." A low curse could be heard followed by harsh breaths. "Phew....I think I died. Thank God for my quick reflexes." Salvador out behind the minor details (Ten who was almost shot in the chest by an arrow which literary came from no where.) Focusing on the main point.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

If Naomi had any bad luck, she was standing at the back, but Emma had intentionally positioned herself in front of Naomi, leading the incoming arrow to her. The arrow had left the bow. Emma lightly kicked her horse’s flank, causing the steed below to slow down for a few steps. She quickly crouched, narrowly avoiding the sharp arrow intended to take her life. The arrow whizzed past, grazing Emma’s head and piercing through Naomi’s shoulder. The arrow’s force didn’t diminish, propelling Naomi forward as if she were a kite torn free from its string, making her crash heavily to the ground. As Alpha Jeffn and Edward, who had returned from the hunting party, approached, they witnessed this perilou

"Tears welled up my eye and flowed down when two arrows went straight to his back he fell and rolled into more thorns his once soft white hairs turned bloody. Suddenly he stand up again with his little strength he got to me,his sharp long flaws start coming near me.. "No!., TBC

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

As the Submarine ascended towards the surface of the river, the only thought on Ara’s mind was “Where was he going to find a marriage counsellor this late on a Christmas night in Paris?” About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. He is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. He was shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festival (KABAFEST) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Zukiswa Wanner. He was also among the last 20 of the Quramo Writer’s Prize (QWP) 2019.

He tried to console her with sweet words and smirked, planning a perfect way to ruin Aarvik. . . . #TBC . . #Author_Note: Target completed for this month. See you with new parts on 01st December.