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Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

It all started in the summer of 2018, with the mysterious disappearance of the two wealthiest men in Seattle. As written by Seattle Daily, “An unidentified body was found in the apartment of the richest most eligible bachelors in Seattle, The Hudson brothers who at this point are presumed the main suspects in this investigation whose whereabouts are currently unknown..”

We became best friends, 'sisters' she called us. Isabella is a very talkative person. She love stories and reading is her passion, maybe that is why she is so good at her job. She is a publishing agent with lots of fans. Anything from Sci-Fi to Rom-Com. She is a multi genre girl, she sometimes called herself that. One would think that it made her non-social, but on the contrary. She loves a good gathering and is as much an adrenaline junky as the next sporty and outgoing, adventures person.

Lissa: “ It looks interesting! Alexandra: “ Very interesting! Lissa: “ Author of the book? Alexandra: “ Anonymous! The author did not want to be identified! Lissa: “ Talk about what? Alexandra: “ Have you ever been to the past life museum? Lissa: “ Now! Alexandra: “ About a sorceress girl who had an adventure with a pirate and such... Lissa: “ Now! The story is beautiful! Alexandra: “ Yes! And they say it's viridic! Lissa: “ Can you lend me the book?!

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner. One of my favorite authors of all time. Her work are just so mind blowing, captivating and able to touch the sould and keep a person hooked to her book. And she has over more than twenty books published. I wanted my book to do this to a person too, to captivate their minds and understand the concept of it all, I'll get there soon. I cracked it open and began to read, the story pulling me in instantly. My fingers curled around the edge of the book as I lost myself in the chilling tale of secrets, lies, and suspense.

He returned his attention to the bookshelf at the rear of his office, the one he’d been browsing when he’d first heard the strange sounds outside, only being made by the cats, after all. The top shelf held purely “literary works.” Poetry collections of Blake, Yeats, Robert Frost, and Shakespeare. Prose collections of Zora Neal Hurston, Hemingway, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Flannery O’Connor, and folktales collected by the Brothers Grimm. Novels, from The Man in the Iron Mask to Madame Bovary, to Villette and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, to A Passage to India by E. M. Forster.

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

That smart man sighed and patiently explained all the others who are sitting very comfortably, “You guys, have you thought we are safe or not? Do you believe that we will be safe just because we are near the exit of the forest? I remind you guys that we are still in the woods; at any time, those animals can come and kill us; we are not safe until we leave this place and go to town. And think about it, this invisible barrier, do you think this is here because of the forest? No, this is not; I presume that this is done by that woman we chased here, and we are all pitted by just the superficial appearance of that girl; if there is something true, then that girl is a dangerous person.” His expla