Cerita Line Novels & Stories

Her latest paper was titled “The Age of Myths: Phase One.” One Evening Ellie knelt in the garden, sword planted in the earth behind her like a tombstone. “You did it,” she whispered. “We did it.” Cerebus padded over. All three heads pressed into her shoulder. “You’re a hero now, you know,” she said. Alpha looked proud. Beta licked her cheek. Gamma sneezed and stole her sock. But Far Away… In the depths of the Siberian tundra, beneath an unmarked mountain, a team of miners unearthed something strange: a stone arch… lined with teeth.

"Say it again. Who is your girlfriend?" Thomas scanned the sea of doubtful faces, then erupted. "Imogen Slater, CEO of the Slater Group!" A snicker escaped someone in the crowd. Laughter rippled outward like a wave. Thomas hurled the shoebox to the floor. "You dare mock me? I'll have Imogen fire every single one of you!"

My stomach dropped. “Yes?” A small frown tugged at the teacher’s lips. “Perhaps you could answer the question I just asked?” My mind was a complete blank. I glanced helplessly around the room, feeling the flush creep back into my cheeks. Then, from my left, a voice whispered low enough for only me to hear: “Mercury.” I hesitated only for a fraction of a second before repeating it aloud. “Mercury.” The teacher’s frown softened, and he gave a curt nod. “Correct. Sit down.”

“I’m not giving in.” “To the power?” “To him. To Loki. To Victoria. To whatever path ends with me losing who I am.” Cerelia exhales. Relief. Tension. A thousand held breaths. “You don’t have to prove that to me,” she says. “You just have to convince yourself, and the others will believe it in a heartbeat.” “How?” “Start by drawing a line.” I frown. “What kind of line?” “The kind you don’t walk back over.”

Adara said. ‘The King is awake and alert,’ I heard Carter’s voice as he spoke to the Zetas, and I heard loud cheers from outside the castle. “I slipped?” I asked, trying to remember. “You slipped because Adelie poured oil on the floor,” Kiran said angrily, and it all came back to me. “What did you say to Adelie?” I asked Kiran, and he only looked guilty for about a second. “Not much,” Kiran said, as Adara snorted.

I figured the enemy of an enemy had, indeed, become a friend. I sighed and said, "If none of you believe me, that's fine. But the scholarship was already distributed early this year. Why don't we ask Lily if she received it?" The classroom fell silent for a moment. All eyes turned to Lily, waiting for her answer. Lily raised her phone and announced, "Mr. Clark, you must be mistaken. I've already received my scholarship money." Amelia's eyes went wide, her face turning red, then going completely pale.

Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed. It was a photo of two hands tightly holding each other, and I recognized Zach's hand immediately. His left hand, where a ring should have been, was now marked only by a faint line. The caption read: "No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

“Death certificate, background wipes, cremation records. But we need a body—or enough of one to hold up to scrutiny.” She sat down next to Calix, their fingers entwining. “You pulled it off for me,” Charlie offered. “Teeth, blood, bones. I burned the rest myself. Wasn’t flawless, but I slipped out.” “This has to be better,” Vincent said. “Ilana was active until recently. Her name’s hot and she’d already caused too much chaos within the organization. They’ll dig deeper.” Charlie tapped a finger against his knee. “We make it look like a silencing. Someone inside took her out before she could talk.”

“I told you to play! I didn’t tell you to be serious!” Margaret yelled back. Harold fumed fiercely and then slapped Margaret across the face. “You’ve spoiled her rotten! That’s why this mess happened! “Where does that leave my dignity?” Margaret grabbed my hand. “Cassian, listen to me. If you care about Sera being twice-married, we can sue Alaric. “Claim fraud, and annul the marriage. How about that?”

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.