Book Number 4 Mga Nobela at Kwento

While other shelves were numbered at least in integers and Roman numerals including letters according to procession, this one does have a label but… He ran all the way to the last shelf, counted five to left then reached over, 'what is happening? ' oh yeah. To think that I've lost it. ' 'My book sorry books come with me' as he grabbed the whole book once more. 'I need to understand what it is that this book told me yesterday again. I have to open that page...what's the page one more time...yea forty... Fifty-five, that's it, where it was talking about Dulce right and the clue.'

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

She stared at the long aisles of book shelves arranged right in front of her and she begun to recall the contents of the note. *'You do not seem to be interested in the fact that your husband is hiding something from you. Your life has been threatened yet again, if you do not piece the puzzle together, you might just lose your life entirely. The book... Finish it! Go to the library, aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column. The red book, read that too if you want to know the truth.'* Yes... that was exactly what the first paragraph of that note had said. Aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column, a red book.

Damn it! Normally, I’m not used to having people talk back to me. And it’s not the fact that she does what impresses me but the fact that I let her… I groan, stretching myself, before I snap my fingers in front of me, getting Dario to hand me another file. As I open it, taking a rough look, I speak to Dario without looking at him. “Which house?” “Number 47.” He answers dejectedly and I furrow my brows.

I asked myself as I opened the first page, it wasn’t right but I was doing it anyway. “If lost please return to this number, 047xxxxxxxxx,” she has very cute handwriting, she drew cute stickers on the note too, and decorated her name boldly on it, I held the book closer to my nose, and I could still perceive her scent on the book, and it smells nice. “What is wrong with me?” I asked myself as I flipped the book.

I say and she giggles as I lick her neck and she tries to wiggle away from me. “I really need to tell you something,” she says between giggles, and I pull away from her. Her eyes locked on mine and when he lifted her hand, I noticed a small white stick between her fingers. I frown, looking at it, and pull away. She sits up and passes it to me. As I hold the plastic stick in my hand, I read the words Pregnant 4+. I frown as I look at it and then at Tatum. She smiles and then her smile disappears as I stare back at the plastic stick. I never thought this would’ve happened so fast.

C H A P T E R 4 3 : A T T E M P T S T O R E G A I N O N E ' S L O S T M E M O R Y J A V I E R S U M M E R S

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

The chapters will then be fixed. You will also notice that the numbering of the chapters is going to change, as I skipped the number 46 when naming my chapters and had to adjust everything from then on. I hope you can see past my errors and still enjoy this book. All of my love and adoration. Alexa.

"Then every clue is another move." "And every answer..." Samuel finished. "...creates a new question." As they prepared to leave, Michael examined the inside of Locker 317 one final time. Something caught his eye. A tiny scratch on the metal floor. He knelt. It wasn't a scratch. It was a number. Carefully engraved into the steel. 0419 Grace looked puzzled. "A code?" Justice Sani photographed it. "It could be." Amara stared at the four digits. Something about them felt familiar.