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I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

"In fact, he's the author of 'Echoes in the Night.'." Nicole's eyes widened in shock, and she felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "Echoes in the Night?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. That book was her favorite, and she had spent countless hours discussing it with her friends, trying to guess the identity of the anonymous author. And now, she was standing in the office of the author's father, tasked with finding him a wife. ****

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

Louisa wasn't one to get sentimental, and she jokingly said with a smile, "Alright, stop seducing me with those eyes, or I won't be able to resist marrying you!" "Who, me? Seduce you?" I snorted, picking up the unwrapped box and noticing a few books underneath. "What's this?" I asked, curiosity piqued. Louisa's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, those are mine. I must have accidentally left them in there," she quickly replied. "The Night Off by Meghan O'Brien," I read the title of the top book and flipped through a few pages. Nodding, I handed it back to her.

Heath said, carrying Aurora back to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, took the book from her arms, and placed it on the nightstand. "Sleep well, we'll talk about this tomorrow." Aurora rolled over, covering herself with the blanket. Heath kissed her forehead. "Goodnight." "Goodnight," Aurora said with a sleepy smile, watching Heath leave the room. As soon as Heath was out of sight, Aurora sat up and eagerly opened the book. The author, Luce, had passed away years ago. This book, his final work, had won several literary awards both domestically and internationally, making it a renowned piece in literary circles.

You’ve turned this solitary endeavor into a shared adventure, and I’m so grateful to have you along for the ride. Here’s to the readers—you’re the real heroes of this story! With love and thanks, Author Nightwalker. ❤️ Please I would truly appreciate it, If you all leave comments outside this book, please love. 🤲 And yahhh!!!! Don't forget to check out my ongoing book. The title is below… Title: HIS ALPHA BROTHER IS MY BED-FELLOW. If your a lover of dramas, smuts, dark romance, secrets and mind blowing plot twists. Please kindly check out the book and I promise you won't regret it. 💃

From Dinda to Mona Mona crumpled the paper and threw it, crying hysterically. Then she threw the books that were lying on the bed unopened. After pouring out her frustration and disappointment, the girl fell asleep.

Bene nodded before following Doctor Elion out of the room. Declan reached for a book on the bedside table and flipped through it absentmindedly. A few seconds later, he closed it and stared at the title. —DESPERATION— The author's name was Maya A. Windleburl. Ridiculous. What kind of book was this? And what kind of silly author name was that? Everything was mildly irritating at the moment. Everything around him seemed to be mocking the recent life choices that had somehow led him to this moment.

“Humans can’t sense that, though.” “No, but the energy makes them uneasy. It’s like a natural defense mechanism that drives them away from anything supernatural.” Lucas nods, and Natalie looks up, relief on her face when she sees me. “Callie Martin, right?” She extends her hand to shake. “You own that cute little bookstore called Novel Grounds downtown, right?” “Right.” “That’s what I thought. I’ve been meaning to stop in and grab Erin Rylie’s latest book.” “We have it, and it’s good. I read it in one sitting.”

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.