Haven's Novels & Stories

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

Vanguard City★ The Vanguard City has regained its position after the invasion of the Red Corps. The beautiful amazing city has once again begun to work like it used to be before. Dr. Stella is now the new general at the Vanguard Soldiers War Improvement popularly known as vswi. Well, like always, vswi is known for different types of categories. Which involves, the making of war weapons, training upcoming soldiers, and treating ill citizens whose cases are too high. Moreover, Dr. Stella was shown as she was walking out of the apartment with some books in her hand.

Ethan informed him. "Really? Where do you stay now?" "Landmark." "Whoa!" Harry exclaimed. "Dude! The houses there are lit!" "We own Landmark dude." Ethan reminded him. "Uh, yeah I know but still!" Harry said. "You know what they say about not throwing stones when you live in a glass house." "That whole sentence doesn't make any sense, but whatever dude." Ethan chuckled. "I'll give you the password to the gate when you get here. Have your ID on you though."

Claire Henderson was just tidying her desk, she'd had a reasonably quiet afternoon considering that she was the go-to woman for several high profile people. She had uploaded a couple of photos and a link for an interview for an up and coming singer who had just won a national competition. She had spoken to the social media assistant who worked for her firm and who was in charge of the Facebook profile of one of the biggest British heartthrob actors Sebastian Drake and had a conversation with a detective from Scotland Yard over a woman who was stalking him.

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

her mother replied, her voice trembling. “We’re here on behalf of Mr. Castellano,” the man said, stepping forward. “Your husband owes our boss a significant amount of money. We’ve come to collect.” Olivia’s heart paused. Mr. Castellano. She’d heard the name whispered in the shadows, always in quiet tones and fearful glances. Victor Castellano was more than just a man, he was a myth, a legend in the underworld. The thought of her father being involved with someone like him made her heart dropped.

I suppose he's handsome for an older man, but there's no missing the ruthlessness in his eyes. Another chill shoots down my spine and I tilt my head, studying his image, then enlarging it. Something seems vaguely familiar about him, but I've never met the man. Never even saw him until this very moment. Swiping through the pictures, I pause on one of him and his wife at a charity event. Maeve Mennetti has strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She's very pretty and looks elegant and approachable unlike her husband. I flick to the next photo and frown. It almost looks like...

But William always seemed to sense it before she could say a word, coming up with all sorts of ways to talk her out of it. He told her that once the treatment was over, he would take her to Haven City for the New Year. Haven City was the southernmost coastal city, near the equator. Even in winter, it was warm and filled with sunshine. She had never been there before, but the way he described it made her long for it—the sun burning bright in the middle of winter, the bluest ocean stretching endlessly ahead. Just the thought of it made her hold on a little longer. If she had to die, maybe dying in the sunshine wouldn’t be so bad.

I watch them from the porch some mornings before the Elder work starts. Haven at almost four is Haven compressed into her most essential self. Focused, curious, physically fearless, emotionally precise. She has opinions about everything and states them clearly and listens to counterarguments with genuine attention and sometimes changes her mind and always tells you when she does. She is, Sage says, going to be extraordinary at whatever she chooses to do.