Novel & Cerita It's Not All Downhill From Here: A Novel

Knight had a split second to frantically wonder if the other man was hit before he, too, fell, the ground disappearing beneath his feet. The wrenching sensation of a teleport was as terrible as the last time he’d gone through one. It was as if his entire body was turned inside out for an impossible moment before the world settled itself again, even if his stomach didn’t immediately follow suit. Knight suddenly found himself, along with his team, in the midst of a compound that looked to be embedded in a mountain, far from the flatlands of Kansas. Fuck! Where the hell are they? ................

My body is so used to only going to bed at like three in the morning and wake up at seven that I know it’ll take forever to actually fall asleep. “I can get you a book or something to keep you busy?” he suggests and my face immediately lights up. He sees it and with a chuckle, he gets off of the bed. He leaves the room and a few moments’ later returns with an old battered copy of what looks like The Hunger Games. Fitting, both characters stuck in a place and being able to climb trees. “Hope it’s alright” Chase said, “Got it from Chevy. She’s obsessed” “It’s perfect, thank you” I said, putting the book down next to me. Chase leaves after telling me once more to not run away and then I’m left

"Please stop crying, okay. What is the problem? Did Ava send someone to harass you or do you have a fight with your boss at the company?" Presh questions her as she nodded her head. "I'm really so disappointed, Presh. You won't understand how I'm feeling right now. I just feel like something has left my body. All my life I had never thought that he could disguise Himself from me but here's it. There was even proverb that says *don't trust men* and I end up trusting him. Hoping he was different from them but what I didn't know was that I was dealing with the same person". Raven cried out her eyes as Presh confronted her by petting her back. *****

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.