Novel & Cerita Live By Night Book

I say knowing well that I will lose it immediately after I leave this room. But it's better than crushing his hope right? The man grabs a book from the side table and writes down his digits before handing the paper to me. Hesitantly, I take it and from the looks, we both have heavy hearts about saying goodbye. 'It's the right thing to do' I remind myself as I exit the room without glancing back. * I carefully and silently walk into the house praying that I won't be noticed. Only God knows what he'll do if he learns that I wasn't in the house the whole night. The crude punishments he gives me are sometimes unbearable.

“Let them come for me. It’ll make killing them cleaner.” At the safehouse, Clara typed furiously, the glow of her laptop flickering across her pale face. Headline draft: The Night Milan Burned — Who Profits from Fear? She hesitated, fingers trembling. For the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was reporting history or standing inside it. Back at the wrecked docks, Livia watched the embers fall like red snow. Alessandro stood beside her, silent. The night smelled of smoke and vengeance. She whispered, mostly to herself, “He thinks this ends in flames.”

Nadir woke up in the morning terribly confused. She felt as if was drunk, except not with alcohol, but life energy. The last time Nadir felt something like this was when she was still a young succubus and out of greed was able to kill her victims, depriving them of all life energy. Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two.

"And it was beautiful." Discomfort prickled at my skin as I shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of his gaze. But before the awkward silence could stretch any further, the cellphone resumed its incessant ringing, cutting through the tension like a knife. With a sense of relief, I seized the opportunity to divert our attention away from the uncomfortable exchange. Snatching up my phone, I silenced the ringing with a swift motion of my thumb. The number displaying on my phone screen was a stark reminder of the dual life I led - one as a woman seeking to fall in love and live a normal life, and the other as Night Star, the deadly assassin feared by all who crossed my path. With a sinking fe

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

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Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

The gangster steps back while dragging Rania from her arm; he gulps down the dry lump in his throat as he tightens his hold around the grip of the pistol and with the help of his thumb, he pulls the hammer back and keeps his index finger on the trigger; "You asked for it and now you will get it" The gangster says nervously meantime Daniel pulls out the gun from his jacket and the sound of a gunshot cracks in the cold air of dark night, the sound echoes louder in that empty Cobblestone Street. Rania screams as she saw the blood poured out from the chest of the guy while memories of past flash back in front her eyes. He falls back on the street with a painful cry, he raises his hand for help b

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Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.