Eighty-six Novel Novels & Stories

One room somehow becomes two. A forgotten reading corner gains fresh flowers, softer cushions, and shelves filled with novels instead of decorative books nobody has ever opened. "I can finally sit in here," one of the housekeepers says, lowering herself onto the sofa. "Before today, I was afraid I'd accidentally breathe on something expensive." I laugh. "I only moved a chair." "You moved six." "I counted four." Mrs. Harper walks in carrying another vase. "I counted eight." I look around. "Really?" "Sweetheart, you've been nesting."

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

“Yes, but the security clearance is high. Once you’re in, it’ll be at least three years before you can leave. You’ll be off the grid the whole time. Are you ready for that?” “I am.” Tyler paused for a bit. “You were against going before. Are you going because you dumped the kid?” My tears well up. “Yes.” While I dragged my suitcase out of the apartment building, a sports car pulled up by the road. The car window wound down. Gianna sat there. She was supposed to meet the broker tonight to raise the bid on the Tribeca penthouse, but the meeting was moved to tomorrow morning out of the blue. Annoyed, Gianna came by Lorenzo’s apartment to pick up a bottle of red wine promised to her. To her surp

--- Summary of Chapter 81: A New Vision In Chapter 81, Noah presents Lena with a bold new idea: a joint venture that merges his business acumen with her architectural vision. He proposes creating a series of luxurious, sustainable properties, which would blend both their strengths. Initially hesitant, Lena worries about compromising her creative vision and being seen as reliant on Noah. However, after Noah reassures her that the venture would be a true collaboration, Lena begins to see the possibilities. The idea excites her, as it allows her to combine her passion with a partnership that could create something impactful and long-lasting. The chapter marks the beginning of a new chapter in b

He wasn’t my real father, but he raised me, loved me, and I never felt the absence of the parents I never knew. After the cake and presents, Noah and I headed to the festival of the Blood Moon. The Blood Moon was the biggest festival we had. It came once every two years, only on the night when the moon turned red and lit up the sky. People believed it was special—a night when bonds grew stronger and fates could shift. And this year, it fell on my eighteenth birthday. That had never happened before, not even to an Alpha’s child or the Alpha himself. So maybe that meant I was special. But orphans don’t get to be special.

Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet. "Oh, I'm also taking Jennabeth along." I hope y'all had a great read. Thank you for reading "Sixty Days With You." It truly had been sixty days with y'all. To read more of my books, check out the new MM Romance book I recently released titled ' KILLIAN'S GAME.' You'd love it and I promise it's a happy ending!!

I had shredded my own half and taken it with me when I left. She then opened the second package. Inside was a rusty ring, the very one Luca had given me years ago. The packages that followed were filled with all the junk I had abandoned in South City, from seashells we had picked up on the beach to cheap purses and watches, and fake diamonds. “Miss, who could have sent all this junk?” the servant muttered. Even our servants looked down on that garbage I had thrown away, yet Luca had the nerve to send it to my house. The sheer sight of those objects made me so sick I lost my appetite entirely.

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That night, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, I swore I’d grant him sixty-six favors, no matter right or wrong. We weren’t fated mates. However, years ago, Liam had pursued me with a fierce devotion. He even snuck into the dark woods to pick my favorite berries and shielded me on the battlefield time and time again, which gave him sixty-six scars. So, I gave him sixty-six favors. For seven years, he never once used them until six months ago, when Isabella came back. He’d burned through sixty-three of them. This was the sixty-fourth. My chest heaved, and my nails dug into my palms. Slowly, I bowed my head and apologized with the formal Luna etiquette.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."