Baca Novel Apotheosis Novels & Stories

Right now, those three greedy fools were sitting in an empty house, stewing in the humiliation of being outplayed by the woman they had written off completely. Five hundred thousand dollars, gone. Four bare walls, and nothing but regret to keep them company. But this was only the BEGINNING. When the apocalypse came and it was coming ...they would finally learn what REAL despair felt like. And she would be watching. Safe behind walls they would never find, her daughters at her side, as every single monster who had ever hurt them was swallowed, one by one, by the world they had never seen coming. The real revenge had only just begun.

The room buzzed with a newfound sense of hope and possibility. The weight of grief that had hung over them began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future. And so, as the sun began to set and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the evening, Abigail's journey took an unexpected turn. She had transformed from a grieving widow to a woman who held the keys to a vast fortune and a legacy of success. The road ahead was uncertain, but with the support of her family and friends, she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.

“We were due for a field trip.” The Apocrypha Gastronomica was housed in a pocket dimension that looked like a grandmother’s kitchen crossed with a mad alchemist’s lab. Jars of glowing liquids lined shelves, cookbooks floated in mid-air, and a faint smell of ozone and burnt sugar hung in the air. In the center of the room, hovering over the main tome—a massive book bound in what looked like living dough—was the problem.

They hit the second floor, a long hall stretching into dark, doors everywhere like a damn trap. Roman shoved her left, gun raised, eyes darting. “Study’s up here,” he said. “We can block it off.” “You know this place way too good,” she panted, ducking past him as they ran. “What else you hiding?” “Lots,” he said, blunt as a brick, kicking open a thick oak door. The room stank of leather and old cigars—Dorian’s ghost all over it. A big desk sat heavy in the middle, bookshelves climbing to the ceiling, a window showing the cliffs and the sea thrashing below.

When I glance up and I see Dimitri watching me with a gloomy expression. What is he gloomy about? He is the one whom bit my head off earlier and was rude. Scuffing, I turn my head facing the direction I needed to go. After a fifteen-minute walk to the gazebo, I look at the book and read the title. Supernatural Creatures & Healing I smile mentally thanking Aphrodite for this book. She knew I would need to know this if I was to go to my dream college. This Queen is a blessing, and I will forever be grateful for her.

Tell me if you like these characters and if you want to read more about them, I’ll make it a book of its own and publish on my account. Do well to check out my new book on the App. It’s titled; PROFESSOR DEAREST. You will wet your panties reading every chapter of the book. XoXo, Author Prodencia.

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He then took Manda abroad, back to where Manda was exiled as before, because it was proven that Manda was still dangerous to others. The memory of her mother and Manda saddened Athena sometimes, but she tried to forget it. Athena enjoyed the oreo milkshake she was drinking while bringing out a romance novel she just bought yesterday. The novel is very popular lately and the love story in it is unusual. Athena really likes her writings, she has almost 10 of her collections, and what she holds now is her newest book, Athena is very curious about her story. Bara came again, delivered Athena's order of fries, then raised an eyebrow when she saw the novel Athena brought.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.