Long Way Down Book Novels & Stories

I felt him sit beside me and I immediately move towards the edge, giving a enough space between our bodies. “Lia,” he called. “Hmm,” I hummed. I stopped scrolling and settled on a kids show, it was called Letters for Lolita. It was based on a real horror doll named Lolita. This series talks about the doll’s life being abandoned and met friends along the way. “Do you know where is she?” he asked. My eyes bore in his onyx lenses and then gave him a grunt. I then moved on and watch the little black two dimensional doll skip in glee when she met her owner.

Outside, the sun climbed higher. And somewhere beyond locks, beyond fire, beyond distance, Damon Moretti was still playing the long game. End of Book 1.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you." My throat tightened. Six years ago, I walked away from the lab that could have stopped this. Today, I walk back. Palm fronds whispered. Dust stirred, kissing the worn leather of my boots. The tarmac shimmered under 40°C—a heat meant to blister. Yet my skin only warmed. Gentle. Familiar. True. I am a daywalker. I always was. The humanity in my blood never faded. Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.”

“Who says I am going to cry? There’s literally nothing to cry about.” “Dani.” Alice sighed and fetched from her handbag a silk handkerchief, and dabbed around my eyes. “Don’t do this to yourself.” I couldn’t understand. How Cicio could waste everything he had worked for, every purgatory he went through to be a young Don, to earn his right to be part of his underworld family, all on a piece of trash of a whore. Back when we were a happy couple, everyone in both our families knew that it was important that he stayed by my side, because my family, the Genarros, were his only hope to be ultimately trusted by the Russos.

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

The name for what fifty-seven was. It arrived in February, on a Tuesday morning at the Eixample office, when Petra asked her what she was working on and she said: the fourth book, maybe, if I understand what it is, and Petra said: what do you think it is? and she said: the view from far enough away to see the whole thing, and Petra said: that is the long view, and the phrase arrived with the weight of the right phrase.

They are like Sheldon Cooper on Big Bang Theory smart, just less annoying. We finish eating, Melanie, Allie and I go upstairs to get ready for bed after a long day of moving, while Liam and Cap blow up the air mattresses for us to sleep on in the living room since we decided it was too late to put the beds together we would just do it in the morning. “Hey guys could you bring three of those air mattresses up here to my room,” I yelled down the stairs. “The girls and I would rather sleep up here together,” All you hear from the guys downstairs was loud grunts. If you ever have the chance to watch two grown men carry already blown up queen-size air mattresses upstairs you should

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.