Before And After Book Novels & Stories

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

Breyona chuckled dryly as she sat beside me on the couch. I ignored the two of them as they began full-scale bickering. My fingers ran against the jagged pages, faded and stained with age. The book itself smelled old and musty, looking as though it would crumble to dust at any moment. The repairs Breyona’s parents had made to the book were all that kept it from falling apart. A grimace formed on my face as I reread the information. ‘Did you expect it to change?’ Maya chuckled humorlessly, ‘It says the same thing as before.’

A week before our wedding, Damian Hale threw me a pre-wedding party at his family's private racetrack. His racing partner, Sienna Belmont, tossed a set of car keys into my lap. "Every bride should take a spin, right?" I wanted to refuse, but Damian slung an arm around me and said with a laugh, "It's just for fun. Sienna will show you around the track. You'll be fine." I let my guard down. But when I reached the third turn, I hit the brakes. Nothing happened. The car crashed through the barrier. My spine snapped, leaving me in a wheelchair. Three months later, I saw Sienna walk out of Damian's bedroom wearing my engagement ring. All he had to say was, "Avery, I need a wife who can stand besid

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

Until Amelia’s book tour started. The second book. “After the Ways: Building Love from Ruins.” A follow-up to the memoir. About the years after. The healing. The family building. It was doing even better than the first. Publishers wanted her everywhere. Talk shows. Podcasts. Book signings. It was overwhelming. And exciting. And terrifying. “You sure you want to do this?” Penking asked before her first big appearance. “No. But I’m doing it anyway.” “I’m proud of you.”

The very man I used to misjudge so harshly had just become my saviour. "All right, Jr, take her home. We'll handle this guy," his companion said. Jr nodded, then gestured for me to walk beside him. We walked side by side on the way to my house. A heavy silence stretched between us; neither of us wanted to speak. I had no idea what was crossing his mind. When we finally reached my house, I unlocked the gate and the front door, and he quietly followed me inside. I immediately collapsed onto the sofa, my entire body feeling completely numb. It was as if all my energy had been instantly drained, leaving me hollow.

The lesson on Guild history and folklore falls on an ordinary Tuesday, tucked between a morning on legal charter and an afternoon of supervised reading practice, and I almost don't clock its significance until Instructor Perrin writes a single word on the slate at the front of the hall: Miller's Ridge. The room goes very still. I feel my own pulse pick up before I've even fully understood why, some older, animal part of me recognizing the shape of the story before my conscious mind catches up to it.

The front cover featured a pair of humans clinging in an intimate position. "Mostly bonuses from work at the publishing house." Maureen opened the preliminaries view, the page showing the book's drafting team and found Ben's name there as editor. "Wow!" It was amazing for Maureen who had just learned about the other side of Ben. Not to mention the contents of the book that read when flipped over. "Isn't it hot to read like this?" Ben was already standing next to Maureen, taking the book from her hand and placing it back in the stack. In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there.

I grabbed my purse and car keys,said my goodbye to Ireal and made my way to the venue.  Don't forget to Check out Ireal's book on my P*****n. Before Me (New version) Link in my bio. I need your support.

Bella Who would’ve thought that “us against the world” would quickly turn into “me against the world, and against the memory you have now lost”? It will be the biggest lie of mine if I say that none of this affects me, that I have faith in our love and that you will remember me in no time. But I would just keep on pretending, not until the negativity inside me melt away. By the time I was walking straight into your room, hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of anxious visitors and the hushed whispers of worried families. Amongst them, is me, and my heavy heart filled with anticipation.