From Cradle To Grave Book Novels & Stories

Can you please leave a honest review about this book? I want to know if what I'm writing does make sense or not OR if I have to improve more in my writing. Thank you so much 🙏 will truly appreciate your support. Aisha's POV Walking into Aryan's company limited like a crazy woman isn't at all funny. "Great!!....just great Aisha, can't believe you're late on your first day interview". I thought shaking my head.

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.

It turned out to be a library. I trailed my fingers across the covers of the books, some cracked with age, others polished and new. My eyes looked over the golden ink titles, histories of the Gravepine Pack, volumes of recorded battles, and the chronicles of Adrian’s father. That one caught my attention. For some reason, I wanted to know the man who gave birth to this unpredictable monster.

“That was smart.” “It’s just the beginning,” I replied. That was only the first crack. Very soon, the entire structure would collapse. Caleb suddenly straightened. “Oh right,” he muttered before reaching inside his coat. My eyes followed his movement curiously until he pulled out an old book wrapped carefully in dark cloth. Immediately, my heartbeat quickened because I recognized the book without even trying. “The Book of Life,” I whispered. Caleb nodded slowly. Josephine’s eyes widened in shock. “You actually brought it here?”

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

Slowly, he raised his eyes to the blood-covered little life in his arms and took a deep breath. “RiverPride will rise again,” he whispered. “And this time…over the ashes of GrayCrest.” ___________________ A/N: Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my world. I believe this is the first time you are reading my work. If you enjoy crazy twists and turns, panicky cliffhangers, lots of drama and intricate plots, then you have found the right place. Sit down and buckle up because this story is a rollercoaster full of suspense, steam, humor and a story unlike any other. If you like the story, then don't forget to comment and let me know and do rate the book! It would mean a lot :))

A formation lit up on the ground as he then exploded from the complexity of the Manual and his Soul not even remotely close to deal with the weight of the manual lashed out in every possible way. There was a reason elders and parents prepared for legacies before allowing offspring to take them. Or to pass over to them. A big appetite can get you killed. With Ren delivering the Manual the same way he received, all at once, the Emperor was lucky his soul and mind weren't crushed by the wandering Ion forces that gathered the moment on contact.

As Sophia and I drove away, my phone rang. It was Luke. The moment I answered, he launched into a tirade. "Emma Klein, did the anesthesia mess with your brain? Did you forget today was supposed to be our ceremony?" "You finally had my attention, so why didn’t you show up?" "And why is there a coffin in the chapel? Why is my mother lying inside it!?" His voice cracked as he began to sob, crying out, "Why did my mother pass away? Oh, Moon Goddess, this can't be true!"

I am pressing him into the locker. "Let go of me!" he cries out in pain. "What's happening in here?" shouts coach Brimworth. I shoved Nate away. "I said, What's happening here?" Coach Brimworth's voice is louder. Coach Brimworth viewed me as I huffed, angry, and soon his gaze lowered to the floor, seeing my broken goggles. He goes to take up a piece. "Nate, is this yours?" he asks. "Yes, sir," I say. "My 10-year-old sister gave it to me before she died from cancer." Tears come down as I say it.

She was so lost in the wonderment of it all that she didn’t realize everyone else was finished with their meal until her father rose to speak. “ We would like to thank you all for being here this week as Dryven completes the trial. As you all know the prophecy states that whichever one of the cauldron born who completes the trial will be the greatest among us and the one to unite us all. Now we would be honored if you all would join us on the morning ride.” And with that being said her father and mother with an other worldly grace make their way out of the hall.