Ben Shapiro Novel Novels & Stories

And after reading the novel, Vipul also felt that he is a hero but there is no bigger villain than him. Thinking this, she turns the page again and reaches there where Shivam saves Tanya but he himself meets with an accident. When she turns the page again, she screams, "Shivam" and wakes up from her sleep. She sits on the bed. Shivam is the Shivam whom I have met. This is it. While she is thinking all this in her mind, she feels someone's hand on her waist. When she looks at him...

"If you want to hurt her, you go through me!" They wrestled on the ground. "Isabella, run!" Vincent yelled. Alexander scooped me into his arms and we fled. Just as we reached the exit, Sophia broke free. "Go to hell!" she screamed, pressing the button. Time stood still. I saw Vincent look at me, his lips moving, and with a final, desperate act of strength, he shoved a display case toward us, shielding us as he lunged back toward the bomb. A deafening explosion rocked the building.

"Are you okay, Hera?" "I'm, uh," I hesitate. I can't even pinpoint what I'm feeling. "Overwhelmed. It feels like only yesterday I was learning shifters even existed. Now we've got shifters after the king with silver, which I didn't even know was an issue." I sigh. "I'm good at what I do, but this makes me feel so…helpless." "Listen," he runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Shifters were taking care of themselves long before you even knew we existed. Whatever threat is rising will pass."

When evening came I prepared some nice chapatis and beef stew. The anxiety in me was sky high as I anticipated for an evening of passion with my Shamba boy who seemed so promising. I even made sure to wear provocatively so that my curves would be so evident to try to see if I would win over Ken with physical appeal. I was seated on the coach watching some nice bongo movies when I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. “Come in!” I said instinctively and held my breath to see who would come in. I did not even turn as I just wanted it to be a surprise to my psychology.

She leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, her eyes glazed as she watched dust motes dance in the light. "We are not alone." Sloane drew his dagger. The shadows between the trees shifted. From the woods ahead, Balthazar stepped into the clearing. Vane and Kael flanked him. "Seeing you so helpless is good to see." Balthazar's jaundiced eyes scanned the tattered remains of Sloane's shirt greasy stains, charcoal, dried blood. "To think I was replaced by a dog who looks lost searching for a bone." Sloane did not move. He held up his right wrist. The golden Shackle glowed with an angry, rhythmic amber light.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat when Noah walks in and stands beside me with a sad smile on his lips. I go to ask him what’s wrong when Shari brings in a large black book. It looks ancient. The edges of the pages have yellowed over the years and will no doubt crumble when touched. She places the book on the table in front of me as she flicks her wrist as the pages turn and stop. I place my mug down and shuffle forward, and read the names. When I gasp at the names, I am seeing. My stomach rolls as I fight the urge to vomit. Robert and Jennifer have a fabricated mate bond!

he muttered. "Boss! I saw this! It seems we have another fan here!" Roy yelled and shoved a novel at Shane. It was 'The Cliff'; the latest novel written by Shane's favorite author of mystery novel; Sandy Mills. "Common Roy!" Shane yelled angrily. Roy bowed and threw the book aside but Esther rose up and snatched it out of the air. "It... is… mi..ne!" she stammered and clutched the book to her chest. Shane eyed her and looked away. Their only witness was a bad stammerer. it would be pretty difficult to get her testimony. He thought.

Andrew suddenly sat up and gasped for air as if a massive weight had pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hurried downstairs and ran out of the villa. Being surrounded by everything that reminded him of me was like pouring salt into his wounds. He could hardly bear the pain. Andrew sat at the door, his gaze vacant, as if his soul had been lost. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I was enjoying the rare beauty of the ice plains. I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...