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Something is suspicious about this. The last time I remembered, I stumbled upon a novel. It was an ad that I accidentally clicked which leads me to read chapter one. When I glanced at the book title, I got hooked. Well, who wouldn't get hooked if the title is ‘In the name of a psychopath.’ Because of that title, I immediately got hooked and read chapter one. While reading, I seemed to stumble upon the same name as mine. However, I didn't pay attention to it since it happened sometimes and she wasn't an important character anyway.

Seema turned. “Come in.” Adrian’s PA stepped in, holding a small black gift bag. “Good afternoon. I was instructed to deliver this.” Seemah frowned, watching as she placed bag on her desk. She slowly reached inside, pulling out the book. “Is this printed?” “You didn’t specify condition, only that you wanted it. It’s every page. Bound. Yours.” Seemah blinked. Then the PA pulled out the wine in shock. “Where did you get this?’

POV: Cain I was not a man who frightened easily. This was not bravado; it was the result of a fairly thorough inventory of the things capable of frightening me and the quiet elimination of most of them over the course of twenty-eight years. The book had frightened me. Not its existence. Not even what it said — the mechanics of the bond, the threshold, the consequence of leaving it incomplete. I'd known pieces of that, the way you know a shape in dark water: the outline but not the detail. The book supplied the detail. The detail was precise and cold and answered questions I had been carefully not asking since the moment I'd felt the bond snap against me like a chain pulled taut.

The bullet flew straight out of the barrel, landing just inches away from my chest, my whole body numb in shock as I toppled backwards and fell to the ground. My body seared with agony, as my hand leapt to my chest, only to find that my shirt was soaked with blood. “Oh no...” I whispered, trembling, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body continued to burn with pain. How was I going to survive this? How was I going to survive this? And leave Lily alone, without her mother or father... Left to fend for herself...? BOOK 2 1 mama Later on that night... I used all of the strength that I had inside of me to go back to the camp that night.

June places beside her her earlier and took a sip before turning to the next page of the book she was reading. The book was a psychological thriller and it had hints of mystery in it. Whilst she read, her lips were pressed into a thin line as she had reached a cliffhanger. Hailey normally detested cliffhanger especially when the book was still ongoing however the book in her hand was quite an interesting one so she was willing to read carefully and wait for the next chapter. She put a bookmark in the book and stood io from the rocking chair she was relaxing on, slipping her feet into the pair of lounge slippers she brought and walked out of the lounge. She needed to use the restroom.

“What are you reading Sevi?” He showed me the front cover of his book and continue his reading. “Sun and Moon; Father and Son journey?” I repeated the book title I just read. “Is that the book that you lost at the hotel when we first meet?” I asked him when my thoughts flash back to our first conversation at the hotel when I first meet their mother and him. He nodded without looking away at the pages he was in. “Where did you find that?” “I took it from him and gave it back when he’s asleep,” she said mockingly. I notice Sevi’s rolling his eyes.

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He tells me, raising his voice slightly and I stood in front of him, unable to speak or move for a few long seconds. "Liam, you don't get it and honestly, I don't expect you to. Katherine was my employee. I saw her yesterday, I spoke to her, I laughed with her and just like that, she's found dead today with a freaking gunshot wound and for some weird reason, I think I may have something to do with it. As if that wasn't enough, the cafe suddenly starts to burn terribly from the inside and you and I know this wasn't an accident of any kind. I can smell the damned fuel Liam, which means, someone did this to me for no reason. Someone wickedly snatched the only hope I had left and you're telling

He returns to the office just in time, only to find his client waiting impatiently. As Welbeck begins his presentation, he feels more anxious. The client seems distracted, and Welbeck has a hard time maintaining focus. Suddenly, the client gives him a strange book and asks him to read it. Welbeck was taken aback by this sudden request but decided to comply with it, thinking it might be related to the project they were working on. As he tries to make sense of the mystical knowledge gained from the book, Welbeck finds himself drawn into a world of conspiracies and secrets. He soon realizes that he's not the only one who has stumbled upon the book's hidden secrets, and his life is in grave dang

And I was grateful for the time I needed to move past the anger and the humiliation of having him assert dominance like I was a common, misbehaving pup. I found myself in the library again, on the third day of my anti-Asha crusade, a book comfortable and familiar in my lap. It was a novel I hadn’t read yet, something I wasn’t used to. A crime thriller that had titillated my interest with its bold main character and wild plot twists that had me hooked from the first line. I was three quarters done with the book, quietly paging through the novel in the silence of the library. Not many wolves came by, which was something I had never been more grateful for, leaving me in peace.