Novel & Cerita Christian Fiction Mystery Books

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

Christian decided to spend some time reading the book, so he started reading again while taking the sips from his coffee, but some incidents in the book felt awfully familiar to him as if it has happened with him before and few times he felt as if the antagonist part described his character, and this created another series of questions in his mind. But shrugging all the thoughts off his mind, he totally engrossed himself in reading, flipping to the next page, when a twenty-seven-year-old woman approached him. “Christian Knight?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows as her honey-coloured eyes stared at him, and Christian averted his gaze from the book, peering at her. “Oh, my god!! How are you?”

Chapter 24 My eyes were burning from staring at Christian's laptop screen for six hours straight, but I couldn't stop scrolling through supernatural legal databases. “Find anything useful?” Christian asked, setting a mug of coffee next to me along with a stack of ancient-looking books that smelled like dust and old leather.

A quick note that if you enjoyed this book. The story continues with Nathan In Teh Son of the Alpha meets his match. Also there is another book being written To follow Christian and his adventures into teh world that the Men seem to enjoy within the family. Also the finished series Across the Desk, WEathering the strom, And Breaking the eye wall is also out. Along with and the rain fell and A timeless love. All full length novels and they are all completed. Spicing up the ranch and Keeping it to the Family are of the same sytle as this one. Hope you enjoy my books.

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

I mean, seriously, I’m a student and a stripper – not some kind of super spy. When the clothes pass muster, Christian starts to pull out my books. The textbooks he passes over pretty quickly, though he raises an eyebrow at my subjects of study, either surprised or derisive. I wrap my hands around my elbows, anxious. When he gets to my notebooks, though, I lean forward in surprise. “That one,” I say, raising my chin a little towards the stack in his hand. “The one with the brown cover – that’s…not mine.” “It’s not?” he asks, glancing at the others.