Between Two Worlds Book Novels & Stories

And when it breaks— The bridge between our worlds will either unite them… Or burn them both.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

After five years of marriage, Gabrielle Jamison stumbles upon her husband, Morgan Quilton, with his mistress. He's even brought their son, Casper Quilton, with him. Casper pretends not to know her, and Morgan doesn't even bother to hide his contempt. Gabrielle looks around at the room full of impeccably dressed guests. She twists the hem of her wrinkled shirt, then looks at her own haggard reflection in the mirror. The brilliant golden girl she used to be is gone without a trace. In that instant, she loses all hope in Morgan and Casper. So, when Morgan tells her he wants a divorce, she quietly says yes. From then on, every outrageous demand from his side of the family gets a hard no. Si

Chapter 9 After escaping from the ship that Zeno had held him on, prince Brian along with Levi headed to Mars where they were met by king Javier and immediately sent to earth for their protection Brian:(holding on to Levi trying hard to prevent him from bleeding out and dying as the ship they are on flies to Mars)hold on bro we are almost there just hold you can't die on me (starts crying) Levi:come on bro am not dead yet no need to start sheading tears but am not sure I will make it seeing as my wound is too deep

I lingered in the doorway, watching Kaidën gather men around the maps, feeling both the warmth of his protection and the cold grip of the noose the world had set for us. That night, I read until my eyes ached, my fingers tracing the ink-stained pages that my mother pressed with her grief. There were fragments—prayers, protections, names faded by time. There were warnings too: power seized without consent breeds hunger. Power bound in fear will always turn on its holder. When I finally closed the book, Kaidën found me on the balcony, a cloak draped over my shoulders even though the wind was warm. He said nothing. He sat beside me like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Brenna said impatiently. "You made a statement back at the basketball court, you said some thing about being stuck in two worlds and you don't know which to choose. You also said, having Daniel in your life isn't a new thing that you are already used to. I wanna understand. No, we wanna understand what you mean by that." "It's a long story, guys." "We love long stories, don't you?" Brenna asked, seeking her opinion. "Of course, we do love long stories, and complicated ones too."

It was a collision of two worlds. A collision of sins. A collision of promises broken long ago. And this was only the beginning. ***

“The raw power of our connection. It drew it here.” His words landed in the center of the clearing like a dropped stone. The nexus responded with a faint shiver of light, as if it, too, understood. I closed my eyes, flipping through my mental library as fast as fear would allow. Stories told in whispers at the Academy, half-erased marginalia in old tomes, the pages you weren’t supposed to read alone. Beings that lived in the seams between worlds, that couldn’t cross the Veil but could lean against it. Things that didn’t smash down gates—they loosened hinges. They sat in the spaces between thoughts and turned irritation into rage, doubt into certainty, fear into “truth.”

Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen? Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt? Translation O friends, no more of these sounds! Let us sing more cheerful songs, More songs full of joy! Joy! Joy! Joy, bright spark of divinity, Daughter of Elysium, Fire-inspired we tread Within thy sanctuary. Thy magic power re-unites All that custom has divided, All men become brothers, Under the sway of thy gentle wings. Whoever has created An abiding friendship, Or has won A true and loving wife,