Novel & Cerita Books By Bill Wilson

"That's right. It's me who took the test reports for the last couple of times. "Every time I've asked you to read it, you just ignored me." I sighed. "It doesn't matter if you read it or not, since we didn't want children anyway. But now..." William's face became pale, and he even tried to pounce and grab me. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I never thought you would cheat on me. "The reports are in the last drawer of the wardrobe. Go to get them." I looked at William's eyes. He seemed to be disappointed.

It was the kind of line that built empires. Tonight, it felt like a noose tightening around her throat. She moved to the safe concealed behind the mahogany paneling. The biometric lock chimed softly as it opened. Inside were the things that could end governments: the Black Box, untraceable weapons, redundancies layered upon redundancies. She ignored them. Instead, she reached for a bundle of yellowed envelopes tied together with a fading ribbon. Her uncle Jason’s letters. Robbin slid down to the floor, back against the cabinet, the cold marble seeping through her tailored suit. She opened one envelope, then another, her fingers trembling despite herself. Jason’s handwriting was steady, delib

“Can you… can you see her? Standing there?” He frowns, distracted by the sudden break in my voice. “See who? You’re staring at the biographies.” I point a trembling finger directly at the space by the bookshelf, at the horrific thing that shouldn’t possibly exist in the waking world. But the space is completely empty now. She is gone. My pulse races frantically. “She was right there! A woman! Half—” Roman cuts me off immediately, his expression shifting from confusion to sudden, sharp alarm. He reaches quickly into his slacks pocket, pulls out a clean white napkin, and presses it forcefully against my nose.

After I finished arranging my mother's funeral, I took her journal and went back to my hometown. I did it for only one reason. I wanted to avoid James. The police had already ruled David, Linda, and Martha's deaths as suicides. However, James refused to let it go. He insisted on digging out the truth. His repeated questioning made me feel exhausted. When I got back to my hometown, I couldn't wait to open my mother's journal. On the very first page, she had written only one sentence.