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But now it’s lying in the center of my bed, open. I step towards it slowly, half-afraid it might suddenly flap its covers like wings and start flying around the room like an emerald green butterfly. With all the other madness going on around here, it would hardly be surprising. But the book lies still as a tombstone, the faded black ink staring up at me as I reach down to touch the thin paper. There’s a page missing. The jagged remnants of a torn page stick out from the spine, a clear sign that someone ripped a page out.

After getting satisfied, he vanished in the thick layer of fog, leaving them lying in the pool of their blood. “To be continued...” (Important Note: - Guys, it would be better if you read this story in the web version of the Good Novel, because we can only read bold and Italic words in the web version. I’m just saying to avoid any confusion regarding past or flashback scenes. If you are reading this note in an Italic Version, then it means that you are using the right platform for reading this story.)

I spot a burgundy mustang and know that's the one I want to drive I hop in the car and head towards NYU. _______________________________________________________________________________ Hey Guys, I'd really appreciate if you guys could review my book for goodnovel Okay, So I have a friend and she's Writing this Book called The Troubled Alpha Female On webnovel It's an amazing book so far so please go check it out. Love you guys- Dailyy.Alex03

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I drank from my flask, my eyes on him as he watched me, his body shaking as he struggled to keep his eyes on me while feeding his lungs. I exhaled loudly, spilling liquid on my already clinging shirt as I handed over the bottle. He didn’t pause this time. With a quivering hand, he drank, still holding my gaze. He was fatigued, but he was still holding on. I was fine with that. I needed to exhaust him, and I needed to keep him drinking down what I offered. I tilted my head slightly, letting my eyes roam over his face. “You okay there? Buddy?” “Pah!” he panted, spilling some water as he still held my gaze, a small fire in his eyes as that competitive spirit burned within him. “Are you on some

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

FOUL PLAY is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers BASKETBALL romance with forbidden chemistry, and two men who were never supposed to fall for each other but did anyway. Leo Marcus has one goal. To win the championship and prove he's the best point guard in the league. Nothing else matters…not his father's remarriage, not the new stepbrother who moved in last month and not the fact that this new stepbrother is Kaelen Blackwood. The arrogant, infuriating, impossibly talented star of his arch-rival team and the same man who's haunted Leo's dreams since their first game two years ago. Kaelen Blackwood has one goal too. To destroy every record, win every game, and prove that he's not just anothe