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Arpit and I are fond of novels, while he loves to read horror, I am a mystery-thriller fan. I was unwrapping the parcel when Aunty called him and he went to her, telling me to keep his books in his room. The books were 5 while I remembered ordering only 4. I thought to check why I have received an extra book. Horrified by the revelation, the book was The Red Journal. I thought I was hallucinating. I picked up the red book and stood in front of the mirror. It was not my hallucination, it was real, just like me.

And to my astonishment, the lock clicked open, revealing the secrets concealed within. Eagerly, I reached inside the safe and retrieved the file that had caused so much turmoil in my life. My hands trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear as I leafed through its contents, my eyes scanning the words and symbols that confirmed its significance. The repetition of "VH14" throughout the pages confirmed that I had indeed found what I had been searching for.

She was moving because stopping meant accepting, and she wasn't ready to accept. Double doors at the end. Dark wood. She pushed one open. It was a library. strange “a library at a mafia's house.” She thought to herself. Books from floor to ceiling. A desk by the window, and on the desk, a gun. Black. Matte. Close enough to grab. Elena stared at it, she’d never held a gun, her father hated them, a rare principle in a man who gambled away every other. She reached for it. "Don't."

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

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“Oh my God, stop reading that book.” He clutches it to his chest and gasps. “This is my new favorite book. It’s giving me lots of ideas.” Rhett bookmarks the page with an actual bookmark (I couldn’t be more proud) and smirks. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.” “Did you read the whole thing?”

With everyone clinking glasses filled with sparkling cider and champagne, the wedding was amazing. It was a beautiful day. One full of new beginnings and quiet endings, of joy layered with unspoken goodbyes. And as the ocean creatures floated peacefully behind the glass, so too did the weight of old love sink gently beneath the surface, making space for something new to rise. This is the end of No More Regrets, Book One in the Redemption Series. Please check out my next book, Without Warning Book Two in the Redemption Series. This next story is the story about Knox, who went through a severe trauma in his past, and Sienna is a unlikely, curvy size 12 plus-sized plain Jane who manages togethe