Great New Fiction Novels & Stories

Kiara's pov "Caught in a lie" That was the name of the Novel I read. Our dear author just had to lock the chapters in the end, which made the last chapters open only if you pay. And always I left it as I don't want to waste my money for just a novel. I could have used it for something else.

I never had any interest in working on a farm, and I was great at engineering, so I promised myself that if I lived, I would return to doing what I love. I enfold him in my arms as a sudden wave of gratitude washes over me, both because he is still alive to tell the story and because he came knocking on my door. "I just can't believe there are people out there like that, gangsters in Scotland," said the speaker. "I just can't believe it." As he moves away from them, he laughs and says, "Hardly gangsters." "Just extremely risky assets to deal with." "So, how are things doing with your ex these days?"

I sighed walking out. I wanted to scream. This was a great opportunity I just missed. All because I couldn't humble myself. But... To think about it, it's the stupid big ego boss' fault! Couldn't handle a little insult. But... Now I see why they call him Mr. Sexy... Seriously? I’ve gone crazy. Where would I get another job? It took me 2 horrible years to get this job and now I just lost it? Oh god. It’d be really hard to find another job. What was I thinking?!

Flesh, bone, and magic all turned to ashy husks. A large Embertaur slinked into the tent and bowed. “You summoned me, Master,” a female voice purred. “Yes. Your Colonel sends report of a made Other. She’s of Celena.” It filled her in on the report the man had delivered. “It’s her. The Great Other.” Her tail flicked as she considered. “Shall I sound the drums?” Bloody fangs flashed a smile. “Yes. We shall begin in two days. Organize the soldiers, but keep knowledge of this new Great Other to a necessary few.”

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I promise you I'll never give up hope. Clara hit reply right away. Natalie, I'm fine. Really. It's been a strange few weeks, but I met a guy and moved to South Dakota. I am very happy and safe. I miss you lots too. Sorry I didn't say goodbye. Believe me when I say I'm the best I've been in years. Best of luck and sorry to worry you, Clara. Clara counted her lucky stars she checked her email before Natalie did something stupid. Clara thought being declared a missing person by the FBI might be the exact sort of exposure David wanted to limit. Before Clara could move the page a new e-mail popped up. A reply from Natalie.

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I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

Just as I stepped out of the courthouse, Henry and Carrie rushed toward me. "Timothy! You ungrateful jerk!" Henry roared, pointing at me. Carrie cried and yelled, "The Geller family took you in for three years! Is this how you repay us? Fiona only made a small mistake, and you're sending her to 15 years in jail! Do you have no conscience?" A large crowd of reporters and onlookers had gathered around. Upon hearing their words, angry shouts immediately erupted from the crowd. "A small mistake? Evading tens of billions of dollars in taxes is a small mistake?"

The top one caught my eye. [Am I the only one who finds this way too coincidental? The lovechild scandal breaks, and now his wife's gone missing?] Replies flooded in beneath it. [Good point. Maybe marrying into a rich family isn't all it's cracked up to be.] [Are we doing conspiracy theories now? Since when are gossip accounts reliable?] The comment section was ablaze with speculation, drama, and even the occasional post about beach safety. Seeing Rachel's expression darken, I turned off the screen.