In Your Wake Bl Mga Nobela at Kwento

With trembling hands and a pale face, Elwood picked up the two pieces of paper. A slip of paper slid out from between the two. He scrambled to pick it up and found Morgan’s handwriting on it. [Farewell, Elwood.] There were only two words, but they struck Elwood’s heart like a sledgehammer. He swayed and nearly lost his footing. The pieces of paper almost fell on the floor, but he managed to react in time and grab hold of them.

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Putting Sis to Bed Patrick awoke to the roar of the ocean crashing on a rocky shore, thunder booming in the tumultuous heavens, nuclear missiles detonating right next to his ear. The sounds of apocalypse, of annihilation, of volcanos erupting fire into the sky and worlds imploding.

I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left. Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues all gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

I kept going because I thought that trip was waiting for us. Now the aurora was right in front of me. But Olivia wasn't there. And I wasn't as sad as I'd expected. I just realized that some sights are beautiful enough to take in alone. A colleague from the project team handed me a hot coffee. "Get some rest early, Ethan—we're shooting at the glacier tomorrow." I nodded. My phone buzzed nonstop in my pocket. Olivia had been messaging me every day since I landed. Olivia: [Ethan, let me know when you arrive safely.]

Hamein tum se Pyar kitna ye hum nahin jaante Magar jee nahin sakte tumhaare bina Suna gham judaai ka uthaate hain log Jaane Zindagi kaise bitaate hain log Din bhi yahaan to lage baras ke samaan Hume intezaar kitna yeh hum nahin jaante Magar jee nahi sakte tumhaare bina Tumhein koi aur dekhe to jaltaa hai dil badi mushkilon se phir sambhalta hai dil kya kya jatan karte hain tumhein kya pataa Ye dil beqaraar kitna ye hum nahin jaante Magar jee nahi sakte tumhaare bina I just could not stop the colour that crept into my cheeks.

I gasp, inhaling a deep almost vicious breath as reality crashes back in on me, shuddering my brain around my head and I’m startled awake, back where I began, in the infirmary, gripping onto Colton’s leg for dear life, and so disoriented as my vision returns to normal. I can hardly breathe for a moment and have to drag air into my lungs while I get my bearings and shake my head to clear my blurry vision.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.