Day Of Reckoning Book Novels & Stories

The word pronounced as F-E-A-R was never something for which he never bothered himself to learn, but for sure he could see its definition, repeating itself again and again in the gesture of the heads bowed down during his presence. Dae-Seong is the one to make all the myths about a mafia go wrong. In the world of cheap crimes and cold-hearted murders, Dae-Seong is the godfather, carrying the black world under his white collars. The speed of sensing danger and the calibre to avoid it with plans and ideas travelling with the speed of light down his nervous system is beyond something called real. The only things he could die himself, and kill anyone for, were his principles and his rules respec

Either way, the reckoning had begun. And there was no turning back.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

"The fourth book is available only to the reader who has been inside a long accumulation long enough that the ordinary day is the deepest thing they know." Ernest looked at him. "The ordinary day is the deepest thing." "Yes," Don said. "The deepest thing available to the person inside the accumulation. Not the significant events — the naming, the trips, the books. The ordinary day. The Wednesday with thirty years of Wednesdays in it. That is the deepest thing." He held Ernest's gaze. "The fourth book argues that the ordinary day is the deepest thing. The sequence of four books has been approaching this argument from the beginning. The first book is about where we are. The second is about wha

It looked less like a library and more like the private collection of a medieval palace. Angelique paused for a moment, taking it all in. “Beautiful,” she whispered, running her fingers lightly along a row of antique leather spines. Then, her eyes sharpened — she wasn’t here for the books. She was here for someone. She moved quietly through the aisles, scanning each corner, her heels making no sound against the carpeted floor. After several turns, she finally spotted him — Trunks — standing alone, looking at a pile of books. She straightened her posture, smoothed her hair, and walked toward him with quiet confidence.

Third-person POV Zack woke up to the loud shrill of his alarm tone. Picking his phone up, he turned off the alarm before sitting up and wiping his face with his hands. Today, Monday has finally come. When Zack will be reintroduced by his grandmother to the company where he will be working in once again. Zack remembered Chris' words when he told him he was planning to resume work. Since then, they hadn't talked much, and in front of the family, the two would pretend as if everything was normal between them.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

Now that he had fallen, everyone who had suffered came forward with company secrets. I did not know who had filed the complaint, but I figured they must have had no other choice. After all, no one would risk their future like that without being pushed to the edge. Nonetheless, I was not surprised that people were eager to kick him while he was down. Then again, it no longer concerned me. I packed my bags, planning to travel with Mom's favorite necklace, and decided to visit our regular restaurant one last time. From a distance, I noticed a strange woman dragging herself along the sidewalk. She was not walking—more like she was crawling.

I hope it's worth my time. She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way, taking her time, completely unbothered by my silence, “The company is going bankrupt, Joseph.” She murmured like I’m not aware of ot. “We need to do something, and we need to do it fast.”