Novel & Cerita Heavy The Book

Once he was gone, all I received was a cold text message: “I’m taking Eloise shopping. You did it on purpose—you got cake on her dress. When you’ve reflected on your behavior, apologize to her.” Clutching my phone in despair, an excruciating pain tore through my abdomen, and I cried out helplessly, "Help! Please, save my baby…" Warm liquid trickled down my thighs, and the strong metallic smell of blood filled me with horror. This was the baby I had longed for… I couldn't lose it! "Ma'am, you're bleeding heavily. I'll call an ambulance right now!" A kind waiter helped me into the ambulance, yet my condition was far from good.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."

My mouth was itching to blurt out words that might not even make sense, but I knew better. A few seconds later, he returned and extended a book toward me, and I accepted it without much thought. The instant its weight settled into my hands, my arms dipped and my knees nearly buckled beneath the sudden strain. "Goodness! I exclaimed, tightening my grip just in time to catch the tome before it slipped from my fingers and crashed onto my feet. It was absurdly heavy. Heavy enough to feel as though its pages had been forged from iron rather than paper. I adjusted my hold, cradling it against my chest with both arms, and shot Grey an incredulous look.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

Just then, Samuel's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You despicable woman!" A vicious force struck Amelia, sending her tumbling to the ground.

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Some of the books are really old and the print is a bit faded too. “Are you finding anything, guapo?” I asked, stretching my neck and back. My body feels stiff from being hunched over so long. Aiden looks up and sees me stretching. He walks over to me and massages my shoulder, making me moan at the feeling. He chuckles, “Feel good?” “Yes. I never was one to read a lot. That was always Mia. I didn’t know it could be this exhausting.” I said. “There is a lot to go through. I feel like I might be getting close though.” He said.

Glancing back to the photo, I gasped, “You’re Marcus Aurelius? No, no, no, it can’t be him.” I refused to believe that the Blood Eagle King was Marcus Aurelius. I read so much about him. He was the last great ruler when Rome was in its Golden Age. I went to the bookshelf on my left. The books were mostly about Romans. There were different ones like Sun Tzu’s Art of War and Machiavelli’s The Prince. There was also a book, Meditations, written by Marcus Aurelius himself. “I could really use your wisdom for my crappy life.”

Killed them. I breathed hard, not someone, something. He wasn't human. “We're at the half way point.” Wheelers voice sounded, letting us know that we had another four hours before we would reach our target. Four hours of possible dangers. It was actually exhausting being so alert all the time. I let my eyes close for a second and took a deep breath. Even the smells here were sickening. Fire and decay.