Novel & Cerita Lost Time Book

Which what purpose? Lara discovered the book when she was in her second life. The name of the author was blurry and she couldn’t find who was the one that published that book. No one knew about it, no one had heard about it. However, just as she finished the book for the tenth time, something happened, she died. The plane she was inside exploded, and just like that, she returned to her first life. ‘Those bastards… this time I will make them pay.’ **** “Did you hear?”

God willing. THE END Thank you all for reading my book Lost Treasure till the end. I think what to learn from this story is that, love, respect, appreciate and celebrate your loved ones when they are still alive. Never take anyone who truly loves you for granted. Be conscious of these facts, life is short and remember in anything you do, make sure you are at peace with God. Thank you all, God bless you for reading. I will wait to see your reviews and feedback. I love you all By the author::Bricelegend Nducho Completed on 1st of December 2021

What the fuck was wrong with me? The kitchen staff completely ignored me as they went on their business. I missed speaking with Martin. He was my constant when I had my mealtime breaks. I quickly ate whatever was served and reported back at Bryce's room. I feel like I joined the fucking Army! I was very liberal, but after I was sucked through time, I became comfortable in a regimental life. Consistency meant normal in the worlds I've visited. 46 But now? This world I've grown accustomed to is about to go to shit. I've read and sat

Suddenly, Karimba Cellon noticed a deep sense of sorrow and sadness in her eyes that words could not express. After meeting Alley Houston, Karimba Cellon didn't feel as relaxed and comfortable as he had imagined. He knew that once she agreed to the divorce, the court procedures would be completed swiftly, fulfilling his wish. However, for some reasons, Karimba Cellon felt a profound emptiness. Maybe, from the beginning, he actually didn’t want the divorce… Returning to his spacious mansion, now devoid of Alley Houston's presence, he felt a keen absence of her. The place now felt desolate and forlorn, like a pile of ruins.

In that sorrowful moment, he knew that his loss would be eternal. Forever. ****** The book ends here officially. The second book is up. You can check it on my profile. LUST: FAINTEST SHADE OF LOVE. It was a mind-blowing journey for me and all of us. Hope to see you guys on first page of second book. I love you all.

She opened it slowly, revealing a Rolex watch, sleek, expensive, flawless. It was the birthday gift she had prepared for him. Now, it felt laughable. Without hesitation, Ava walked to the trash can. Splat. The watch worth over a million disappeared among discarded paper and plastic. She exhaled slowly. Three years of love. Three years of sacrifice. All wasted. From now on, she told herself, I’ll live only for myself. Ava walked out of the villa, hailed a taxi, and gave the driver an address. Her own villa.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

The air stood still, heavy with anticipation, as I whispered, "Are you Athara? Are you the love I lost, returned to me?" She hesitated, her eyes flickering with vulnerability before she let out a heavy sigh, as if the past had materialized before her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice laced with a bittersweet longing. "I am Athara, lost but never forgotten." In that moment, the weight that had burdened my soul for so long began to lift. Time had played its twisted game, weaving our fates across millennia, only to reunite us in this dimly lit bar. The echoes of time resounded within our hearts, whispering a tale of reunion and redemption.

He says with a small smile and weakly squeezes my hand. “What can I do for you to make you feel better?” “Read to me.” He gestures to a book on his nightstand. “I always liked your voice. Read to me, for the first time.” “And for the last time.” I say. I take the book and clear my throat, getting ready to read. There is just one page left so I read, “As I lie here, waiting for the time I leave this world, what I carry with me are not the memories of the battles I fought and won, it isn’t the power I had in my hands, it isn’t the titles I earned. No. what I carry with me are the memories of the people, my people. The friends I loved and lost, the girl I had and lost, the people I had and push

I wait until he’s upstairs and his bedroom door closes before I creep into the foyer again, listening to Josie and Adrian whisper-fighting down the hall. “I can’t wait for you to go back to Wellington,” she hisses, but then her voice changes to something bright and amicable as she places another food order. The microwave beeps, and Adrian howls, hissing under his breath as what I assume is steaming hot popcorn is dumped into a bowl, but I’m not here to eat and watch a movie. I look back into the study, my heart hammering. Where would she keep the book? Not out in the open, for sure. It’s the only copy left of the grimoire, The Book of Whispers, the recipes within capable of undoing the fabri