Book Blessed Novels & Stories

Jaw slackening a tad as he eyed me curiously. I watched as his gaze wandered towards Sebastian. He remained silent, but I noticed his head had tilted slightly towards me. Toying with his glass filled with dark red wine, Sebastian nodded at his unspoken request. He turned back to me, a polite smile painted happily on his face. He bowed, “You’re welcome madam. It was a pleasure.” I blushed, “Madam?” “Does the name offend you?”

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

His thoughtful words resonated with the sentiment behind the vintage book. Bella, touched by the gesture, held the book with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Avery, this is incredibly thoughtful. It's not just a book; it's a piece of history and a beautiful symbol of our shared love for stories," she expressed, her eyes conveying the depth of her appreciation.

Nodding, she headed to the book innthebside of the room and opened the cupboard, pulling out a novel for me to read. “Do you like mysteries? This is such a great read!” I smiled and took the book from her, looking at the cover. It looked like it was a Mary Higgins Clark novel, one I had not yet read before. I loved her writing style, and her books pulled me in, so I knew I would have a good time reading them. Bella excused herself and left my room, shutting the door behind her, and I heaved a heavy sigh, frowning at the door that shut behind her. I settled in, immersing myself in the book until she came back, handing me a bowl of popcorn.

Luna: [This is a love that's exclusive to me, right? Matthew: [Of course, it's exclusive to you.] Jenna read through the blog post and suddenly stopped at one of them. Luna pestered Matthew for a love confession, and he made her a promise. Matthew: [I'll surprise you and fulfill your wish in a month.]

I slowly made my way to Captain Wells’ command post. My hands were still shaking, the weight of the documents I had found in the bunker pressing down on me like a physical burden. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had uncovered —about Chloe, about Luther, about the lies that had been woven into the very fabric of the world since The Burning. It felt like the ground beneath my feet had shifted, leaving me standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into a truth I wasn't ready to face.

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

Emily Larson's shrill voice echoed through the banquet hall. "This meatball dish is something I paid a fortune to learn from a master chef at a five-star hotel. It's a perfect harmony between meat and vegetables. The broth is rich and fragrant, and its plating exquisite. How could the clients possibly be unhappy?" Hearing that familiar voice of my nemesis, I snapped fully awake and realized that I had been reborn. Her voice drew the other colleagues, who quickly gathered around.

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.

Chapter 11 >Solstice Manor. Library. Day< The following day, I march down the hall leading to the library, with the wolf dagger in my hand wrapped in a piece of cloth. I push the double-doors to the library open and walk inside. I almost halt in my tracks as I am so surprised by what I see.