Conspiracy Novel Novels & Stories

“I wasn't expecting to be assigned a job, especially not one that has anything to do with Rex Hale.” Carol bobbed her head, “I see you've heard of him, which makes it easier, don't you think?,” she said, giving Emily a provocative glance. Easier? Nothing about Rex Hale was easy. The man doesn't talk to the media, let alone agree to sit for an interview. Rex had become New York’s most cherished mogul after his company, R-Tech, had evolved greatly, overshadowing other old companies. And he was just thirty. He never appeared at any events or award shows. Lived a strictly private life. Had over a million followers on T*****r with zero posts.

“Since we have destroyed Azba, I have no urgent need of him. No large band will appear now till the first grass.” “Is Azba cut to pieces then?” inquired Novoveski. “So cut up that I do not know if twenty-five men escaped; and even those will be caught one by one, if Mellehov has not caught them already.” “I am terribly glad of this,” said Novoveski, “for now it will be possible to go to Rasrkoff? In safety,” here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.”

Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

“Yes, those who fired were two, but those who planned it were many more. None were caught, and neither will they. They are all already dead.” “And Lee Oswald was innocent then?” Mark asked again. “That person you name I imagine was the one who appeared on the news as the culprit, right? Well, it was another victim.” “Damn!” Doris exclaimed, shocked by the revelation, and immediately realized what she had said when everyone turned to see her, especially Joseph. “Sorry, I didn't mean to say that, but I'm stunned by what I just heard.” “Who would have thought it!” Mark still wasn't out of his astonishment. “So the conspiracy theories were true ...”

Hidden from view was a small cardboard box, carefully positioned to avoid detection. Ivy's gaze darted to the door, then back to the box, the pacing of her heart increasing with each passing second. Without further hesitation, she lifted the lid, revealing a stack of files and documents neatly arranged within. Her eyes scanned the contents, racing through page after page of a proposed business contract worth billions of dollars which she had never seen before. The Querétaro City Project: A massive development endeavor spanning luxury resorts, commercial complexes and residential towers.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

Frank turns to his desk and sets to work on the cell phone Jason gave him. I’ve never been much of the reading type, and I’d rather not risk setting off any explosives anyway, so I opt to hit the wet bar instead and pour myself a scotch, no rocks. Jason decides to risk an explosion and picks a Sidney Sheldon spy novel, The Doomsday Conspiracy, off one of the shelves. I curl up on one end of the impressive couch with my scotch, and Jason takes the other end with his book. I shortly find myself drowsing off, courtesy of the scotch and my somewhat restless night of sleep.

I replied, and the moment my text was sent, hers came in. “You’re supposed to lie, ace of spades guy. “I don’t lie, novel girl; and what do you mean ace of spades guy?” “It’s the same reason you call me Novell girl. You're like it's crawling with cards, tattoos, and an ace of spades. Suspicious, if you ask me “You accuse everyone of cult activity?” I chewed on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling again “Oh, my people who message me unexpectedly.” “Smart policy.”

“What’s it about? I can’t remember.” “The novel’s coming along fine,” Eva replied proudly. “In fact, it’s almost done. You can’t remember what it’s about because I didn’t tell you, but nice try.” Tara heaved an impatient sigh and dove into her fare with exaggerated gusto. She hated secrets. Eva consistently refused to divulge the theme of her novels until they were in print. Her way of making it up to her niece and nephew was to present them with autographed first editions. Tara couldn’t understand where Eva came from with her superstitions. Just once she’d like to be able to know the plot before the world did.