Novel & Cerita Hooked On Books

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

I laughed and admired my language. "The old man took the boy to his house for almost a few days but the girl never noticed that because she was often focused on the book. The old man planned to introduce the boy to his daughter but the boy immediately objected to it. Even though the old man was surprised, he just let it go. "I continued .

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

"Books, they are our only hope now." He said, "books? What do you mean by books are our only hope?" I asked, demanding an explanation to clear out the confused soul that was sinking in my brain. "What I meant was, historical books and pamphlets any book that has extraordinary things attached to it. We have to try to lay our hands on it. It's the only way out of this hook we found ourselves. We just have to keep calm and get everything right, scrutinize and define every hidden term in every nook we get. I'm sure we'll get something. Nick said, and I was mind-blown. "So do we go to the libraries to get started!?" I asked. "Obviously yes, anywhere with books I'm sure we'll find something soon.

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

They'd both studied traditional medicine; they knew perfectly well that once a person's brain was damaged and they lost their memory, there was no way a couple of acupuncture needles could magically fix that. For years, Sylvie had performed acupuncture on Jonah every day to improve his circulation and break up the blood clot in his brain. It had already almost completely dissolved. Michelle had just happened to hit that tipping point and walked away with the credit. "You—" Michelle sputtered, clearly stung. "You're a loser who can't even pass the licensing exam! What right do you have to stand there and judge me?"

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

They reveled in the simple joys of companionship, finding solace in the shared memories and the comfort of a love that had stood the test of time. Hazel's bookstore had become a sanctuary for the community, a place where stories were cherished, and connections were forged. She took pride in fostering a love for literature and creating a space where imaginations could soar. The bookstore had become a beacon of light, a testament to Hazel's enduring passion for storytelling and community.

I loved teasing her. She told me that she was going for honeymoon. Her eyes were moist with emotions. I am glad that she found her love. Even she teased me about Rohit. And told me how he was trying to get information about me from her. Rohit was a nice person, easy to talk to. I know that maybe he likes me, I liked him too... but I don't trust him or anyone for that matter. I can't help it.. I tried to sleep but couldn't sleep a wink. Some old wounds on my soul started giving trouble to me. I kept thinking about an incident that happened almost 6 year ago, which changed me forever...