Land Of Stories Book 2 Romane & Geschichten

I started playing with my fingers as Prince Barlion opened the covered of the book. "Why were you looking for this book?" He asked after reading out the title of the book- The lands beyond the five kingdoms. "I wanted to see of the scary tales about the lands beyond the five kingdoms is true." I whispered, unable to trust my voice. "Father had told me about Lord King Sorrow and Lady Winter Sorrow's journey. It is brave of them." Prince Barlion commented, forcing my eyes back to his. "I wish they didn't leave because of me. They're out there for something that is not even certain."

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Sarah stretched out her body as she closed the book she finished reading. She stood up from her dressing table, lifting the book up above her head. "What an amazing story," she bellowed and pecked the front cover of the book. She loved the content she read which talked about each pack with the territory. It was an amazing journey that all packs took to grow and became large as they were now. She read the different stories about each pack and she marveled at their characteristics.

I appreciate you guys🥺 To be honest, I really had no idea that I'd reach this far. But I'm glad I could write more for you all. And yes, there's a book two! The Story of Alex and Wilbert! The Drunk and the Hunk! Again, thank you so much! sugarmaui-

" You happiness, your throne, your Kingdom." " And even my...." . . . " Ardo" ..... The End of Book 1 : The girl he banished Next in series. Book 2: The girl he Claimed.( Released) . . . Book 2 is live now. Check it out guys. Thank you for your love and support.

Two Weeks Later Krystal's P.O.V. We pull up in front of my childhood home, and I can't help the feeling of hostility that comes over me. What other lies have I been told? Am I even their daughter? Maybe I was adopted and really born to koala bears. I love koala bears; they look so cute.

We were in his territory, within the boundaries of the Chicago Outfit. Giving my brother one last glance, I trudged toward Bella in my strapped stilettos-turned-flat, since I had broken the other heel as well, holding the pleated drop of my peach-coloured dress. Bella’s eyes fell on me and she asked, “You’re here? I thought you were looking for Fabi.” “Didn’t make it that far. Trouble in Paradise.” Holding her breath, she muttered, “I’m thinking about running. Want to join?”

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

"It's a children's book. Common to find in every household. I'm not surprised they have one here." "The beasts in these stories, are they all real?" My heart dropped into my stomach thinking about the monsters in this book. "In some form or other they are. Gwathendor is a much deadlier place than Laernear, little flower." Caliban's free hand played with a stray curl of my hair. "So, if I were to run away in the night?" "One of the beasts in this book might find you before I do." His tone was emotionless, but I knew it was a warning more than a threat..

It was late by the time I got home to pack. I sat down on the couch and glanced over at the dining table. It was a mess. There were dishes everywhere, as well as a plate of braised short ribs Dexter was known for and a pasta bake Brianna had been perfecting since forever. It wasn't hard to picture the two of them in the kitchen together while Brianna's ankle healed, cooking side by side, then sitting across from each other over drinks. And the diary I'd filled to 100 pages was underneath one of the dishes, used as a trivet. It was covered in grease stains.