In Between Chapter 26 Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Synopsis CAST Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three

I pushed down any feelings the scene brought as I looked away deciding to focus on the food in front of me. - End Of Chapter 22: Know & Kisses -

After a couple of minutes I glanced again to him. This time he is not looking and his book is placed in the table now. His left elbow is on the top of the table and his hands are placed in his chin. Why he is so… I didn’t finish my sentence in my head when he suddenly turns his head towards me. Shit. He stands up and started walking to me. What the hell! As he reached my table I started to stand up. I’m ready to leave.

Bart raised his hands in surrender, as Alden stalked towards him. " Prince Alden I think that you should follow him," Reagan suggested and looked the other way when Alden's gaze settled on hers. Xander was growing crazy in his head, as he wanted to do more than sniff this doctor who was hiding something from him. "I don't think that you have a problem with hearing," Alden growled, and Martha moved away from the door. " I'm sorry, we lost one of the..." The words died on his lips as Alden bunched his collar. Dr. Bart gulped in fear. "What do you mean by you lost them?"

"And there it is. The spell that can trap a god in a realm. Our father was kind he let us go between realm's but after Rizor did what he did he gave Kamaria this book and split all of his power into beings that could go between the realm of light and night." She hands me the book and I look over the spell. It's also written in gold ink and looks complicated enough. After a while, I check the time on my watch, and it's eleven thirty pm. "Crap time got away from me," I say standing up and handing the book back to Kyra. "And where are you rushing off too?" Kyra asks. "To make the jump," I say and she shakes her head in disapproval. "As soon as you enter the dream realm. Rizor will find you," sh

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

I cocked my head to the right in submission. "Take it." ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank You for reading Chapter Twenty-Eight| Intensity. Are you ready for the heat? Skip the next chapter. It is mature! Love, Coco

So a lot of you are confused about the specials. They are insignificant. That's all I have to say. They aren't actually a part of the story. They're just specials I wrote because of the holidays and I wanted to give my readers something to read since I took a long break (like 6 days without uploading). Anyways, the ratings in which you've stated your concern are the cause of this note. The end of this book is Chapter 36: The Second Great Specie War. That's it. That's the end. If you're confused because of the specials, just don't read them. You're not missing anything.

Kate said softly, but my eyes were only in the direction Robin had exited from, he was acting odd, too odd and it was scary. I shook my head gently. Was I to brace myself for what was going to come next, have I tamed the beast? Or have it grown silent to roar when it was time? A shiver ran down my spine, I had to brace myself for what would come next.

Messy, unpredictable, beautiful life. And for once, the world didn’t feel like it was leaving me behind. I picked up my notebook again, flipping through the pages slowly. Past the scenes of battle. Past the maps. Past the sketches of beasts, the descriptions of portals, the fragments of conversations I had written down word for word so I wouldn’t forget them. Past the chapter where Carter fell—my handwriting shaky, uneven. Past the aftermath, where I wrote in half-finished sentences because breathing hurt too much to focus.