Books About Double Lives Novels & Stories

"You're blinded by the data. You didn't see him at the last summit. He didn't look at me once. He watched you the entire time you were speaking." "I was the only one saying anything worth hearing." I flipped the book open. The pages were thin, translucent as skin. The ink was a dark, shimmering violet. "Look at the script. It’s handwritten. This is a primary source." "It smells wrong." Richard leaned in again. He didn't look at the words. He was hunting for a threat he couldn't name. "It’s too sweet. Like rotting fruit."

The eighteenth notebook, just opened. She is sixty-one years old. She writes this and sits with it for a moment. Sixty-one. In the first life she died at forty-five, so anything past that number is territory she never saw from the first life. The second life's sixty-one is entirely its own country. She writes: I am sixty-one years old. Forty-one years of the second life. The practice in its twenty-second year. The three books in the world. The foundation's eighteenth year. The twins at fifteen — secondary school, both of them, Jordi in every activity available, Noa quietly asking the questions that restructure the curriculum. Clara at twenty-seven, finishing her doctoral research, her superv

To leave something for her dying first love, my wife, Elara Wynn, decides to carry two babies at once, implanting his previously frozen embryo while she's already pregnant with our child. On the day of the procedure, she even stations 50 bodyguards outside, convinced I'll show up and try to stop her. But I never come. Once the embryo is successfully implanted, she finally relaxes. She doesn't understand why I'm making such a big deal out of it. All she wants is to leave something that belongs to her first love. She doesn't see anything wrong with that. Afterward, she comes to find me and says, as if she's doing me a favor, "Callum, aren't you happy I'm carrying twins now? Try to be the bi

Chapter 19: Living two different lives. Living a double life was proving to be more challenging than I ever imagined. By day, I played the role of a humble waitress, serving tables alongside my best friend, Rachel. But as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, I shed my apron and slipped into the world of the elite, rubbing shoulders with the wealthy and privileged. During the day, I was Jessica Raye, the hardworking waitress, but by nightfall, I transformed into someone entirely different—a sophisticated socialite, mingling effortlessly with the upper crust. It was a charade, a masquerade of sorts, and I was the master of disguise.

The machine showed that her lifeline was depressing. Carolina holds her mom's hand, her mother smiles at her and takes her last heavy breath.

I let out a mirthless chuckle and responded apathetically, "You're the one who killed our baby and sealed your own fate, Jasper. Everything you're going through now is just the consequences of your actions." Before he could respond, I turned to leave. Behind me, I heard the sound of breaking glass. "Help! The suspect has taken his own life!" I left the police station in high spirits. Business overseas was booming, so I made the decision to move the company headquarters to New Avalon City. From the top of Crownspire Building, the sunset painted the city in warm, golden hues. All of a sudden, my phone rang; it was a call from Valerie. Her voice sounded worn and aged. "Wynne… I was cleaning Jas

Those obscure medical theories and pharmacological texts always became exceptionally clear to me whenever he explained them. I absorbed everything like a sponge, and more than anything, it gave me a real sense of security, knowing that I was finally in control of my own life. That was until one afternoon when I was flipping through the calendar, and I realized in my previous life, Adrian had been kidnapped around this exact time. Not long after that, news came that he had fallen gravely ill and gone away to recuperate. Then came... the news of his death. I sprang to my feet, knocking over the medicine cup at my elbow. "Where's Mr. Blackwood?" I rushed out and grabbed Cyrus, who was pruning t

He looked at me again. “There is a prophecy,” he said. The room stilled. “A hint,” he corrected. “Nothing written. Nothing clear. Only fragments.” My breath caught. “The Tyndall twins,” he continued. “Two born of one line. One light. One shadow.” My stomach dropped. “They were said to tip the balance,” another Elder added. “Not together. Never together.” I felt cold then. “So what am I?” I asked. “The mistake?” No one answered. Drail did.

Double embarrassment. “No,” I coughed and immediately looked ahead. My heart pounded like crazy as my mind rang with the warning that I could not be having these weird feelings for a man I barely knew for a day. Xavier dropped me home and left right after while I watched him go. I went to my room and slept off. Brrr! Brrr! My buzzing phone woke me up. I grumbled, and picked it up, placing it to my ear. “Hello, Miss Diana,” the voice said and I yawned. “The bank is giving you a day to evacuate the house on the terms of defaulting your loan. You are two years due. Do well to follow the right procedure.”

He claimed to have information that would change everything we thought we knew. Intrigued and cautious, we invited him inside, our hearts pounding with anticipation and trepidation. He revealed a secret so explosive, so unimaginable, that it felt as if the ground beneath us was crumbling. Nathaniel, it seemed, had been living a double life. According to the lawyer, Nathaniel had been involved in a covert operation that went beyond his business empire. He had ties to a clandestine organization, manipulating events behind the scenes, and his involvement had far-reaching consequences that threatened not only our relationship but the world as we knew it.