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Erick stared into her eyes and confidently said. “Yes! I really want to know! “ She smiled and put on a serious face, took a bite of her ice cream before saying. “It was a long, long time ago!” Erick looked at the beginning of the story with great interest, and Simone said when she knew that she had all his attention. “You were traveling on a merchant ship, and you had to take a shipment of gold to Porto del Rey!” Erick heard that line and his spirits deflated. He looked at Simone with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and the girl looking at him was silent. For a minute, a deep non-verbal communication began, and he understood that these stories did something more for her than for him.

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe it's all part of a plan Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand That, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart Thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud So, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud But maybe we found love right where we are Oh, baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are. " So mom how did

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TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

There’s nothing hidden that won’t be revealed and nothing concealed that won’t be disclosed; the only factor needed is ‘Time’. No matter how fast a person runs, they can never run away from the harvest of what they sowed; whether good or bad. Ace felt his little secret was safe with him forever. Never in a thousand years did he ever imagine that his wife ‘Belinda’ would find the hidden skeletons in his cupboard. It’s apparent that Ace forgot that those who live in glass houses don’t throw stones. When you point one finger at someone, don’t forget that the other four fingers are pointing right back at You in the face. There was serious fire on the mountain, but Ace hadn’t figured yet that his