Blessing In Disguise Book Novels & Stories

The only way Zira would ever know what she was up to was if she agreed to go along with it. “I guess. I can’t find most of the books on this list anyway.” She followed them out of the forest of bookshelves and over to a dimly lit study area. They unpacked their computers from their bags and sprawled out across a large table. From where they were sitting Zira could see over the balcony and down to the front desk where she happened to catch Harper’s eye. Kady followed her line of sight and scoffed.

Regardless of how much I might try to hide, I would now be recognised all over the country. When the Goddess said she had gifted me a piece of herself, I had believed she meant the visions I was having; a way to see the future if nothing changed. I saw that in my vision of Brayden at the trial ground and of Myra's death. I should have realised sooner that this gift could have possibly come with a visible consequence, but the mark was such an outdated and unheard of blessing in today's day and age that it didn't cross my mind. Had I thought it through properly, I could have checked my body thoroughly when I'd returned and kept it secret. My quest to stay alive had now become infinitely harder

They are going to be rebuked for this carelessness. I eye the woman one more time, she's beautiful. But who is she? I spin around and walk to the cupboard. I open it only to be attacked by the resting dust. Dresses, bathed in dust, are hanged here. I don't know what came in me, I started to push the dresses here and there until a thug sound came from inside, I stopped for a second before slipping aside the clothes and finding a leather-cover book. I pull it out, it looks old and worn out.

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.