Inevitable Book Novels & Stories

Hopefully, this would help us in finding out more details before the incident. After taking the shot, I noticed a certain magnet with a different color of the note. I took a closer look at the note and read it out loud, "Vindicta". I glanced at the magnet for the second time and studied the design. It was a door with a black sun at the middle top, with thorns over the door. Luca walked towards me and handed over a piece of paper. Upon a closer look, It was not merely a piece of paper but rather a prescription from a doctor.

“Victoriano thrives in chaos. But that’s what makes him unpredictable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s going to work in our favor.” I sighed. “I hope you’re right.” Vincentius leaned forward. “I usually am.” I hated that he was right. But the waiting game? I hated it more. One thing was clear: the first move had been made. And I’d be damned if I didn’t make the next one. I’ve added a bit more punch to the dialogue, layered the tension between the characters, and cranked up the internal conflict. How does this version feel?

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

Spring was heralding! 'Unfortunately for some, however, it's painfully too late,' thought Roman sadly. He sat at the ritual cremation site until late at night and stared at the burned logs, the embers of which bathed his face in an orange-red light. It was pitch dark around him, in the sky a thick cloud cover swallowed all starlight. Roman repeatedly prayed quietly for his mother's soul. But he also prayed for the other people in his clan who had also lost their lives to hunger and disease and had given them their share of food rations. Zaizura! That is what fate would have it. And the determinations of fate were inevitable. Suffering and happiness went hand in hand, as it has always been in

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

She is not far enough along to have a bump yet but just knowing is enough to make me a paranoid mess. I will do everything in my power to ensure a future for my wife and child that is as safe as possible. The peace and the alliances have never been more important than they are right now. May the gods have mercy on the souls of anyone foolish enough to attempt anything sinister against my family, my friends, or my people. The End. Once again, I wish to express my gratitude to you my readers for joining me on this journey and sticking with it until the end. This book was a difficult one to write and I hope that you found the journey worth it in the end. There are still many more instalments to

She was too good, and so was her brother in his own messed up way. So I wasn't going to do anything stupid with my judgements that weren't even justified. If I was going to go through my plans, I had to be with enough evidence. And that's why all those times I spent at the Banleys' mansion, I came up with a plan after I found out a strange locked drawer in Mr Banleys' old office. If I'll ever find a way back there again, I'll find a way to unlock it too. "Hey!" Cherry whisper-hissed pointing at Nicole who was posing for the picture with our chancellor. Everyone I knew had been called to take their certificates of completion already but my name has not yet been called. They had started with t

“Delays invite doubt.” Thalia watched the exchange quietly. No one asked her opinion on the timing—only the optics. Sebastian Ravenhart leaned forward. “The Ashbournes and Ravenharts have already aligned schedules. Invitations are being printed.” “So tear them up,” Nikolai snapped. The silence returned, heavier than before. Then Eleanor Ashbourne spoke, her voice soft but firm. “Nikolai, even if we agreed with you, reversing this now would only make Thalia look uncertain.”