Faithful Reader Novels & Stories

“Look again.” A guard hands him a folder. He opens it. My signature. My handwriting. My name. I feel the blood drain from my face. “This is forged—this has to be—” Rhys steps closer. Shadows cling to him like second skin. “You think a man like me needs to forge a signature?” he asks quietly. My lips part—but no sound comes out. “You signed every page,” he continues. “You were desperate. You didn’t read. And now…” His voice drops lower.

The Reader looked at him. “Your family?” He laughed. “They’re characters.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re people.” The Reader tilted his head. “Only because I allow them to be.” Seraphina stepped forward. “No.” The Reader looked at her. His smile disappeared. “You.” Seraphina’s eyes became golden. “You remember me.” “I remember what you were.” “Then you know I cannot be controlled.” The Reader smiled. “I don’t need to control you.” He opened his book.

I wanna if someone out there is reading my book hope you enjoyed this chapter lots of love faiyth♡♡♡

Opening my phone, I type out the perfect text. -Hey! How are you?- Faith. I’m a literary genius, clearly. I groan, disappointed with my conversation starting skills as I wait for a text message to come through. Three very long and disappointing minutes pass and I decide reading makes time move much faster than staring at the device I’m basically begging to ding. I pick up my romance novel and immediately I’m sucked in. A dashing prince is racing against time to grab the magic tears of the moon so he can turn his beloved into her human form so they can finally be together.

My brow creased and open and my eyes widen when I saw that it was a letter and once again my heart broke after reading the first line. “Hi, Ana or should I call you love? I’m writing this while watching you sleep. I have always like doing that, it’s like a fresh air after on a sunny day and a water after a day in the desert. You never failed to amaze me. Everything you do is fascinating and I will admit that my heart broke when I found out about the lie… and it will take a while for me to regain my trust back but after the day I had with you. I now want to have a day like this for the rest of my life. It’s sounds cringe but I meant every word I wrote. Give me time, and I promise you that we

I said. “And you trust them?” “I trust her.” He studied me for a beat, then nodded. “That’ll have to be enough.” When he left, the office felt heavier. Every victory brought new ghosts. ⸻ Later, I found Alana in the greenhouse. The lamps threw amber light over her, turning every droplet on the glass into fire. She was reading a manifest, lips pressed tight, eyes flicking like she was memorizing every name on the page. “You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I said.

“Whitaker is… a fixer. He has connections in places most people don’t even know exist. If he’s involved, things are worse than I thought.” “And you trust him?” I asked, my skepticism clear. “No,” he admitted. “But if he can give us a name, it’s a risk worth taking.” His honesty caught me off guard, but it wasn’t enough to quell my unease. “You keep saying you’re protecting me, but all I feel is isolated and confused. How am I supposed to trust you when you won’t let me in?” Ethan looked at me, his gaze softer than I expected. “I know it’s hard, Emma. But I promise you, I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe.”

Most people envy success rather than embrace it when it happens to others. He couldn't trust anyone, not even his mother. Mimi and his brothers were all on his list. He had at least five business rivals who pitched on the same deal he made with Brian Murphy. They were considered on his list too. Even Brian Murphy was not free from suspicion because he, too, would have something to gain from holding on to Declan's deepest darkest secret.

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

“Why would I play along, if I can be the master of the game? Perfectly playing the little game he’s having as he is making every scene as entertaining, yet dreaded as possible. His loyalty toward Him stands in the highest pedestal as his trusted bishop, and every servant of a doll he eyed and contracted with. Yet it does not mean he is faithful enough, right? As of just what and how would you and can you measure someone’s faith and loyalty towards you? Care to share the gist and deed of that thought and very deal? “Right?”