Hole In One Chapter 40 Novels & Stories

"I'm... I'm back." "You're whole," I say, smiling. Harlan looks around the mindscape. He frowns. "Almost," he says. He points to the distance. There, standing alone in the white void, is a door. It is heavy, black iron. Chains wrapped around it. It is pulsing with a red, angry light. "What is that?" Alex asks. "The fourth fragment," Harlan says, his voice trembling. We walk toward it. The air gets colder with every step.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

"I'm sorry, Sandy. It's all my fault—I never should've let you go through so much pain. That anesthesia shot must have hurt a lot! What would you do without a kidney now?" Since then, he grew even more attentive and caring for me. That was the happiest moment in my life. I wondered if Zack still remembered that. At that moment, he seemed to have recalled something. His expression grew anxious when he said, "I know it now!" My heart stopped for a moment. Did Zack finally realize that I was the one lying on the autopsy table now?

We all knew I wasn't his first pick as nurse, but Ronnie's hands were still shaking and Burney hadn't had enough practice for this type of wound. I tipped some of my bottled water over his shoulder, washing away the congealing blood. The puckered wound was a mess and tweezers or not, I couldn't get all the shrapnel out. Not that it mattered. The HG was lethally toxic, it was only a matter of time before he died. I focused on the needle in my hand, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Stan was gone, Mike wasn't far off and with each of their deaths, Nick was slipping further and further from my grasp. "Are you sure you want me to stitch you up? The wound's not clean."

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

"The look of someone who wants something they can't have through normal means." My breath caught. "I don't know what you mean." "Don't you?" He leaned against his wagon. "I see it in your eyes, child. That hunger, that desperation. You're wanting something fierce, and it's eating you up inside." I should have denied it, should have maintained the pleasant mask. But something about his matter-of-fact tone, his lack of judgment, made the words spill out. "There's someone," I said quietly, making sure no one else was nearby. "Actually, there are four someones. And they're all devoted to someone else."

But in the rest, I don't need her. "You know what Hunter? " "what?" I asked back cookey and confidence and power. At that moment she looked straight into my eyes, for the first time I can see all the pain flowing through her body and mind, and I can see the limit she had, the riching point when she just can't take it anymore.

Only inside what had already become their life. End of Chapter One Hundred and Five

Cold sweat instantly broke out all over my body. But the women were far from done. They ordered their bodyguards to pin me down. Shiloh picked up a pair of fireplace tongs, while Natalia kept pouring alcohol onto my wounds. I panicked in earnest. I did want to die, but I didn't want to be tortured to death! So, I struggled desperately. Suddenly, a wooden stick slammed hard into the back of my head. Blood streamed down my forehead. My body trembled, and I no longer had the strength even to scream. "Just… kill me…"

He thought: the step in the corner is a letter to the girl in her forties. He thought: every honest element in the honest building is a letter to the attending person who will find it. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Five