Final Space Book Novels & Stories

"She liked sunflowers the most, so please make sure she's buried somewhere with plenty of them. That way, she won't ever meet me again in her next life… Or the life after that…" [The End]

The portrait on the opposite wall no longer looked ordinary. The eyes of his grandfather seemed to point toward a single bookshelf. Emma noticed it too. "Liam..." "I think he's showing us something." Liam stood immediately. They hurried toward the shelf. Dozens of books covered it. Most looked untouched. But one book stood out. Unlike the others, its spine was clean. Someone had handled it recently. Emma reached for it. "Wait," Liam said. "It could be another trap." Emma smiled nervously. "At this point, everything is a trap."

So a lot of you are confused about the specials. They are insignificant. That's all I have to say. They aren't actually a part of the story. They're just specials I wrote because of the holidays and I wanted to give my readers something to read since I took a long break (like 6 days without uploading). Anyways, the ratings in which you've stated your concern are the cause of this note. The end of this book is Chapter 36: The Second Great Specie War. That's it. That's the end. If you're confused because of the specials, just don't read them. You're not missing anything.

Emilia hesitated, her lips parting again, but before she could say a word, Amara raised her hand slightly — that silent signal that meant she wasn’t finished. “I’m not done,” Amara said. “You’ll also reach Mr. Festus Goodman. Tell him to withdraw the contract he awarded to Spencer Group as well. Effective immediately.” The assistant blinked rapidly, visibly taken aback. “Ma, you mean both contracts?” she asked, her voice trembling between caution and disbelief. Amara turned her chair slightly, her eyes gazing out the window at the city skyline. “Yes, both,” she said quietly. “It’s time the Spencer Group learns what it means to break what doesn’t belong to them.”

My job was just to hang out by his side, sharing whatever fun stuff popped into my head. However, at this very moment, the house felt so empty with just him in it. "Vanessa..." He said my name, like he was about to spill his thoughts, but the words never came out. Understandable, because lately, everything with him has been about Kelly. The whole Kelly situation? Not exactly a highlight for me.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

To teach me independence, my parents enforced a fifty-fifty rule from the time I was little. Half the rent for my room. Half the cost of a breakfast sandwich. Even when a high fever sent me to the ER, they added half the bill to my debt and reminded me, "Get a summer job. Don't make a habit of owing people money." I always believed they just wanted me to become independent. Then my younger sister, Chloe, was born. Whenever she broke something and owed Mom money, all she had to do was give her a kiss. "All right, sweetheart. Debt paid." When Chloe wanted piano lessons, she made Dad breakfast once, and he happily paid for an entire year. But every dollar spent on me went straight into the fami

“It's not over yet, Dean. Not by a long shot.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ characters. With this book, their stories officially conclude, since ‘Solid Gold’ is the final book in this series. Thank you so much for falling in love with these characters and for caring about their stories... I love them and am having a hard time saying goodbye to them once and for all so maybe (just maybe!) you'll catch little glimpses of them in some of my other books, every once in a while.

"He figured you wouldn't want to see him, so he took the earliest flight home." "Thank you." Claire stepped aside and opened the folder. Inside was the divorce agreement. For a moment, she just stared. Then she flipped to the last page. Finley's signature. Tears slipped down her cheeks—not from sadness, but relief. She was finally free. "Oh, miss, one more thing." The staff handed her a business card. "Another gentleman left this for you." Claire glanced at the card. Just as she suspected—Jace Arnault, CEO. Big deal, big company.

Yummy this was good as hell. "no that is each book but this last one is a cliff hanger and the last book. It ends with the death of a main character and I may lose money from this but if it does well I will probably make over two million",I look embarrassed as they all stared at me but holy shit were they impressed by the news. I held in a giggle as I kept eating while we talked. "why did you end it?", Dean asked wanting to know I guess he looked intrigued.