Books About Double Lives Novels & Stories

The script was archaic, looping and sharp like claws etched into paper. The first page of the book bore only a single line: TO HOLD TWO SELVES IS TO KNOW NO SELF AT ALL. My breath seized. I turned the page. The book was about duplication. I mean true, living duplicates. Not golems or constructs, but exact replicas of a person, down to their soul-echo. The text spoke of ancient rites, of mirrors that drank moonlight, of blood mixed with starlight and silence. It claimed that such power had been sealed away a long time ago, tagged too dangerous, too destabilizing to the fabric of identity.

All of a sudden, I had an epiphany—these people were turning a blind eye to the evidence I showed because they wanted to suck up to Horace. I turned to look at him, before asking again, "Do you think that my admission should be retracted, too?" Horace's gaze flickered between me and the medical report, before it settled on Vivian. "Do you want to go to Paris?" Vivian nodded lightly. "That's my dream, Horace." "Alright." Their voices were low, and none of the surrounding onlookers heard it within all the ruckus, but I did. And my heart sank.

I saw the comments calling me out, and I hear you. From now on, I promise daily updates. I want to give you the consistency you deserve and bring back the excitement we had together!!! The next chapter, we are beginning with Book three: Before Hazel, the prequel to The Double Life of My Hot Secretary, so we can enjoy some happier moments before returning to the Daddy’s Money universe. That return will be Book four: After Eve, the official sequel, where you will see shocking revelations and exclusive moments from Eve and Adam’s life that you have never seen before. Thank you for your patience. I truly love and appreciate every one of you.

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

Mandy kept going, "You see, I was trying to play matchmaker for James and Chester's mom. Your split was a joke, and you two weren't on bad terms, so I figured with both of you being so headstrong, I'd step in and help out. "At that party, I had the drug ready for James and Chester's mom, but somehow, Emma ended up with the drink that was meant for her. "I first thought she was playing dumb, taking advantage of the mix-up on purpose. However, then, chatting with Kelly one day, we pieced it together—it was our blunder that got the drinks swapped. "By then, Emma had Calvin, and I was worried she'd be indifferent to Chester if she had her own kid. I figured with this secret hanging over her, she

Liam narrowed his gaze down at the page and read it out loud. “Vinculum duplex...The Double Bond?” I nodded my head. “According to that book, ‘The Double Bond’ is the phenomenon of having a double-mating bond with two wolves. It’s rare. But it’s possible.” I gave Liam a chance to really read through the text while I tried to find a way to break the unsettling news to him, regarding our unfortunate family ties. From what I could only assume, Liam was not pleased with this revelation, nor did I expect him to be.

And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed. Jonathan Byrne Nothing in life comes easy and I learned that the hard way. But when after twenty one secretaries marched out of the door in just a month, the new one managed to stay more than two weeks I knew that something was not right. And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen.

And maybe, just maybe, answers about the mysterious new chairman who seemed to know far too much. **** Across the City Celine sat cross-legged on the bed, the soft duvet pooling around her legs. A leather-bound photo album rested on her lap, its corners worn from years of being handled. A photo album rested in her lap, its worn leather cover scratched from years of being thumbed through. Her fingers traced the edge of one particular photograph, the one she hadn’t been able to stop staring at for almost an hour. It was of her and Darren.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

“Keep following them, Jared. Let me know if you see anything else suspicious.” “Will do, Alpha.” I sit back and stare off into space. Reid is looking at me. “Well?” “She took her mother and sister to a warehouse in an industrial park. Jared said that inside, it looked like a command center, but there were no laptops or electronics. There were disguises though. When they came out of the warehouse, Thalia had a duffel bag and garment bags.” I told him. “She did say she was a hitman. Do you think she was bullshitting about that, or could she have been serious?” Reid asked.