Extra Lives Book Novels & Stories

Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton. Book 1 was about Jordan Sykes and Aubrey Evans, but unfortunately, I took it down from every site. Book 3 is about Richard and Misoo. Book 4 is about Beau and his client. And lastly, book 5 is about Olivia and a hot farmer. So, subscribe to my Patreon. Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

"This is complete BS! I was her daughter's high school classmate. She was in the top ten of our grade every single month. She was every teacher's favorite. She got into Westridge on merit!" "I'm her daughter's college classmate. I heard recently that she only gave her daughter a book of scratch cards as living expenses for the whole semester. Now that her daughter won the jackpot, suddenly she's not happy about it"

I smiled. It made Mia calm down a bit. “You are right!” she agreed. “Of course, I am!” I said. “ I will make some tea for you, girls.” While I was making tea, I was still thinking about that old man. I had to be very thankful to him, because he saved my life. It seems, like the book of my life couldn’t end right there. I wonder, what is in this delivery. When the tea was ready, I called girls and we sat together in the living room, drinking it.

It felt like I had died and been brought back to life for a long time. God didn't want me to leave this world just yet. After my conscience met my mother for the first time, I felt a dream. Some supernatural shit like when a hero failed to save the world, they would meet someone who never wants them to give up and gives a second chance. It seemed like forever, but I finally opened my eyes. It was a blur until I focused on the bright light above me. Was this the light that brought me back?

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page... It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it... "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

“Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.” He tried to summon healing spells, weaving energy into Xander’s fading body. But it was no use. More blood poured from Xander’s mouth, spilling red across the ice—staining the spot where my blood had once frozen. Why? I didn’t understand. I was dead. Wasn’t that what he wanted? Shouldn’t he be happy? Then why… did he look so completely shattered? — Hours passed. Eventually, they returned to the pack. But something had been left behind in that chasm. And none of them—especially not Xander—would ever be the same.

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

Her dad always listen and understand everything about her even how complicated it is. She then book herself a ticket going to her grandmother and bring home her mom's remains. She also made an irrevocable resignation letter and pass it on her assistant on HR. She have to clear her path now so that she can start all over again. She just hope that everything will be put in it's rightful place sooner and that her twins would understand what is going through between their parents.