Chapter 12 Bk Novels & Stories

"Then we better get there first." --- End of Chapter Twelve.

"But I can think of a few ways to practice." "Oh really?" I teased, flipping a page. "Like what?" There was no answer. Instead, a hand appeared in front of me and it lifted my chin. I met Lucas' beautiful eyes. The light of the fire made it glint and I immediately noticed the flecks of hazel in them. I wonder what mine would look like with the fire. But my thoughts were halted as Lucas neared his head towards mine, our faces inches apart that I smell the hint of Bourbon on his breath.

He just wanted to reach out to her and see her safe. He again called her, and this time his heartbeat ran at the fastest rate when her call connected. Author Note Hello Dear Readers, if you are not able to see update chapter 12, Please remove the book from your library and add again. after you can able to read update chapter 12 as this chapter 14 is connected to chapter 12. so please read chapter 12 first. Thank you :)

Cries shred the morning sun, blaring through the kingdom like the torrent of an ocean into every house that stood in the village. It was said that the light of the body was the eyes, but what happens when the body loses its light. The light of a kingdom was its king, but what happens when the kingdom loses its light. Olamma, the prince betrothed was dead, murdered in cold blood, but what Buchi—the chief of maids—could not fathom, was the extent to which the murderers had gone to achieve their aim.

The book's title is 'Herbals of the Northern Ridge', and as I stare at the front cover, I wonder if it would have what I'm looking for. Opening the book, I begin flipping the pages but after a while of searching and not finding anything, I suddenly remember that it would be easier if I would go through the index page. So I close the pages I'd opened and go to look at the index page, runningy gaze over the words showing the chapter titles and content line by line. Then finally my eyes land on a chapter title which reads 'COUNTER POISEN'. Balancing the book in my left arm, I use my right index finger to trace the page of the title, seeing that it's at Page 284.

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

’ ‘What’s important is to remain calm through the whole process and ensure that you remain a trusted bank employee,’ he continued. ‘But I’m still remaining with a few chapters to conclude my book,’ she said protesting. ‘I know how critical the book is, that’s the more reason you should memorize the middle two chapters by heart. Your life will depend on those. Remember, it's poetic, and people will just remain speculating on what the words were meant to be.’ ‘By now you should have related everything to the title of the book. It’s there where everything is hidden - it’s the alpha and the omega of this project.’

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Together. This brings the chapter closer to the 1500-word mark. Let me know if you would like to add or adjust any details!

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.