Books About Double Lives Novels & Stories

“He said that he knew of a way we could bring her back. That life could be… exchanged.” “I didn’t stop to wonder how he knew so much. He explained the very same concepts that were logged in the journal, though in much less detail, and he asked if I was one – one of the double-souls he’d read about. I said yes. He could help me, and I needed help. I told him everything, Ari,” he said, his eyes flooding with tears. “I told him everything, and he nodded, calmly, like he knew already. I showed him the journal, and the Luna Lapis book, and he sat beside me and read.”

Helma nodded and started her search in the study. Helma checked six rolls in the first shelf and her stomach grumbled from hunger. She ignored and kept searching. She found two files already and wished she had magical powers to call them out. Helma searched the second shelf and found a diary. She admired the green cover with a pine tree drawn in the front page. She tried to open it when Donald snapped "Helma, you should understand privacy by now" Donald's cold but authoritative tone shocked her. She kept it back in it's place and continued her search.

“Yeah normal. This is weird isn’t it? Why would the boss be interested in a normal family? At first I thought it might be some secret information ring but…” “You mean like an info broker?” “Something like that. I mean it would be real easy for kids to pass notes in school or even for a waitress to pass something off while she’s serving.” “You read too many novels.” Mike shook his head. “No kidding. You saw the last one he was reading?” the driver asked. “What was it called? The Foxglove Files by Rosemary Thomas or something like that.” “Hey that is a really good one and according to the author’s blurb they spent over a year working in a school to make certain they got the details righ

I cocked my head from right to left. I noticed that one of the books was open and I approached slowly with a frown. There was a part underlined in fluorescent yellow that said: "Not everything that is around you is real, sometimes the same wolf dresses as sheep to hunt" "Shit!" I said quietly. I don't know why, but I related this sentence to what was happening. The double lives of my "friends" and of course the murder of Max, I was sure they had murdered him. But ... How did these books fall here? Who opened this book in this chapter? ”I wondered.

Adem to confirm whether she landed here or not. She'll be coming by herself, Mr. Adem told me. To recheck all the arrangements, I called Lily and advised to be prepared, considering the distance between our hotel and the airport. ****** "And this is my secretary, Lily. I'm sure you met her earlier.", Introducing Lily, we take a seat inside a tinted glass cabin cornered from the whole restaurant of our hotel. The reason why I preferred a tinted glass cabin for conference is due to my secretive behaviour. I don't like people to observe me.

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

It was not a strange thing to let visitors into your house after all. "That is strange," Damien said. Sam lifted up his head and wondered if he and his friend had the same definition of what strange was—how was it strange that an elderly couple allowed someone else into their house? "Well, I guess I have slipped into another universe where the ordinary things are considered strange then," Sam said, looking around. He knew it was impossible but still, he wanted to make sure that he was still living on earth that he called his home. "That is it," Damien said, standing up and walking out of the table frame. He stopped crossing his hands across his chest and shook his head. "Kevin and Rosa have

I stood there, watching as they led him into the cabin, then turned and left. When I got back home, a hollow feeling settled in my chest. My revenge had been exacted, but there was no satisfaction in it. I couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. It wasn't until a month later, when Trevor died, that I finally learned the truth. I found a notebook in his living quarters. It turned out he'd been suffering from brain cancer. By the time it was discovered, he had only six months to live.

It was better and safer this way This double life is risky but necessary. If the authorities ever found out I was alive, it would all come crashing down. But I wasn’t afraid, not anymore. I have already died once. What more could they take from a dead man?