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, complete with chapter titles: River Witch A Supernatural Thriller in Six Chapters Chapter 1: The Drowning Season Every year in the small riverside village of Elowen, someone drowns when the mist rolls thick and the willows drip silver dew. It’s tradition not to speak of the dead. Evelyn Blake returns home after fifteen years away, inheriting her estranged grandmother’s broken-down cottage by the river. The locals greet her with silence and sidelong glances. At night, she hears whispers in the water.

Hi Lovies💕, I know it's been a minute and I'm so sorry for the long wait. I had health issues and had to get surgery. It's been a long road to recovery and writing had to take a back seat as I focused on my health. Many of you have been asking about Noah's book [The billionaire's fight for redemption]. I just wanted to let you know that it's already out. Please do me a favor and check it out. Just like I'd communicated, some of the unanswered questions will be answered in the sequel. You'll also still get to see glimpses of the characters from this book.

"Gideon Frost, you truly have become vicious. Fine. Since you protect this evil spirit's remains so dearly, then you will personally burn them to ashes to cleanse the bad luck from Adrian's body." Father trembled all over and stared at Mother in disbelief. "Seraphina, have you forgotten why you are alive today? My sister traded her life for yours. Have you forgotten all of it? "How dare you treat her like this? How dare you!" The courtyard fell silent. Only Adrian's groans drifted faintly from the rooms beyond. Mother drew a breath. Her brows tightened with impatience. "Must you cling to something from so many years ago? "She is already dead. How can a dead ghost compare to Adrian's living l

Yam broke the quiet, “Then maybe we start another book.” Franc raised a brow. “You want to co-author again?” “Why not?” Yam replied, his eyes bright with a new spark. “Volume Two. This time, about building.” Franc nodded slowly, the idea taking root. “Let’s write about the joy that comes after the storm.” Yam smiled, his heart lighter. “And the laughter we earned.” They cleared a space on the coffee table, pulling out their shared journal. The pages were worn, filled with past entries, but this new one felt different—like a fresh chapter waiting to be written.

The librarian told me, and I nodded my head in response. “So, when will the other two hundred fifty new books arrive?” I asked her, and she scanned her little schedule notebook and replied, “That would be next week on Friday, Miss Winsley.” “Okay, thanks, Mrs. Hart. That would be all I want for now.” I uttered as I handed back to her the document that I've signed. Then I suddenly remembered that I would still search for that particular book that I am going to borrow. It's the book by Samuelle Rivers which is titled The White Spot. I need to find that book so that I can bring it home.

River called over the noise of the bike. "Y— yeah, I'm fine," I answered and fought to compose myself. How could my wolf think of something so insane? That River and I could ever get married? I was going to keep thinking of it until River suddenly slowed down and parked by a shop I had never visited before. "This was never here," I said as I eyed it suspiciously. "Is it new?" River nodded. "Follow me." At the top of the store— Style me by Francis was written boldly.

******************** Liza's Point of View: "You have to talk to her sometime dude." I called over my shoulder at Francine, from where I was chilling on her sectional couch. It was almost six in the morning, and we still couldn't get to sleep. That seemed to be the reoccurring theme with us lately. Go to our respective jobs during the day, stay up drinking all night. Ok to be fair, I'd been the one doing all the drinking up until super recently. Francine spontaneously greeted me with a half full bottle of rum and asked me to help her finish it off the second I stepped into her apartment a day or so ago. I couldn't tell you when exactly, the days run together when you're as drunk as I've been.

I just want to thank you for your support. I loved writing this book. It breaks my heart to end this beautiful romance. I loved writing about Alec's and River's love. I hope you all enjoyed it too. It would mean so much if you would leave me a review and share my book with others. I am currently working on Alpha Ivan's sequel, Valentina - I Bow To No One. I don't like to work on multiple books at one time. It's better for me that way so that I won't get the characters mixed up. As soon as I have a good amount of chapters I will get with my editor and get it on the shelf.

We still have a long way to go in our fight towards equality for all- and while Vasilisa’s decision won’t be everyone’s, I’m hoping wherever you are it gets better. Remember, we all have the right to love and be loved. ❤️ If you enjoyed “Our Young Funny Voices”, please let me know your thoughts. This is my first finished novel, and would love to know who my fans are. If you want to continue reading about Francine and Vasilisa, be sure to check out “Our Blank Canvas”, the sequel to “Our Young Funny Voices.”

Skye – POV I didn’t expect River to be standing at the foot of my stairs when I came out with a towel wrapped around my head and two unanswered texts from James. They looked nervous. Not twitchy — but like someone had folded all their fears into origami and handed it to me with shaking fingers. “I have a question,” they said. I nodded, heart racing. “I finished the book. And there’s one more chapter I want to write.” “Okay…” They stepped closer. “It’s not about Rachel. Or my mother. Or even the girl in the photograph. It’s about you.” I blinked. “You want to write about me?” “No,” River said. “I want to write with you.”