M Novel Novels & Stories

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

If that rumor is to be believed, then we'll probably never find the coin. Igor's eyes glint in the candlelight. "It's not as mysterious as you might think. There are thirty-eight hundred islands in Nova Scotia. Some large. Some tiny. Most wilderness." Wendy's eyebrow knits together. "You're saying that it's on one of those islands?" "It could be on any of them," he says, his voice quavering. "And even if we knew which one it was on, the coin could be hidden anywhere on the island. In an abandoned shack. In a museum. In a cave. Under a rock."