Barnes And Noble Ender's Game Novels & Stories

Boldly written with a tag on the door which says "Doc Frank" I knocked but didn't get a response, I knocked for the second time, nothing again. Then I pushed the door with my hand a little and it opened... I dilated my eyes as I peeped inside the office. There was no one in his office, but his eye glass was on the table with lot of books on it. I should just go. There is no need of coming here! Was Bryan playing pranks on me because he wanted Cindy to ride along with him in his car?

That was more than enough. The End

“Typical man, hiding behind a damn gun. You really know your shit rich boy.” Ebony ate another handful of Cheetos. Then she washed it down with a swig of wine. Amber smiled. Her man could talk war and weapons all night long. It was certainly his passion and Amber was trying to take an interest in it as well. At least so she didn’t come off as a complete idiot at times so she brushed up on her history lessons. “You should see his room. It looks like a museum,” Amber supplied as she walked in front of the couch.

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

I walked around and saw all the books that were on the bookshelves. Everything is organized in alphabetic order, and each stack was organized into different genres. How can someone be so organized? I picked up a book that caught my attention and went to Aaron’s desk. I know that this is all wrong, and if Aaron finds out, he is going to kill me, but I couldn't resist all these books. I wore his jacket, and his scent covered me and made me more relaxed. Why does he make me feel this way? As much as I am scared when I am around him, he still manages to make me feel something I have never felt before. God, what is he doing to me? I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

“Take my hand.” I looked at Lane’s relaxed hand as it reached out to me. I just shook my head and boarded the ship. I saw Amara smirked when I got inside in one of the cabins. I didn’t know that to go to the battle grounds, we needed to take a ship. Just outside the main base was already a wreck and to know that the real war happening is just on another island makes me think that I should prepare for the worse. My eyes took a glance at Lane. I caught him looking at me but he eventually cut the eye contact. He cleared his throat and I watched how his adams apple followed his hard swallow.

Only that they that had. "Hide. Stay hidden, we'll come for you." He communicated quietly as he tried to hide me in a nook of our small house, and then turned his hand over in mine, dropping off a band of beads in my hand. His Warrior beads. Faded, rusted, and stained with the blood of his enemies. Enemies, which would soon be mine.

And behind us, a massive, shadowy figure was reaching out, its finger hovering just inches away from the back of my head. The figure wasn't Julian. It wasn't the Reader. It was a person in a room, holding a device, their thumb poised to scroll. On the glass of the storefront, a new sentence appeared, written in a font I had never seen before; a font that looked like my own handwriting; “The end is just a suggestion”. I didn't scream. I didn't run. I reached out and touched the glass, my finger meeting the reflection of the shadow’s finger. The glass shattered.