Magnus Chase New Book Novels & Stories

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.

"We need to help! We are going to hell, where does Roosevelt live isn't it hell? Magnus was throwing questions at me like I was some G****e, rapid-fire, desperate, each one a hammer blow to my skull. My head was splitting, Micha was yelling, gripping Zaki's cloth like he could shake answers out of him. Zaki was sad, broken. I was going mad, rage and panic tearing through my veins. Magnus took over before I could control him and he said, voice like a storm, "Silence!" The room quieted down. The shouting died. Even my heartbeat sounded too loud. Magnus’ voice rang through the room, cold and sharp, "The living book told Levi and Micha not to search for Erin that she would be safe but I don't be

Maybe she’d realize too late that the man she thought she could have back had already been claimed. I shut the tabs before anyone could notice what I was looking at, though my pulse raced like I’d just done something forbidden. My eyes flickered to Noah’s closed office door. The Maldives trip wasn’t just about work. For me, it was opportunity. Four days, away from distractions, away from the noise of New York. Just me, Noah, and the paradise between us. And if Elina dared to get in the way? Well, paradise has room for only one queen.

When we finally disengaged, I looked up at him again. Once again, it would be selfish of me to not try to survive this sickness. Though there was a chance of it not working out, there was also a little chance of making it out alive. What if the odds were in my favor this time again? What if I was destined to make it out alive but I'm letting my fears decide otherwise? Maybe this was what came with the new year. At the start of every year, I always get a sudden surge of energy to keep going, and thank goodness it wasn't dead. I should no longer focus on the negative what-ifs.

Megan came and plopped herself in the seat next to me. “What are you up to” “Just looking to see what I need for Uni, I need a few books, so I was thinking about heading out on my bike and going to the bookshop” “Want us to come with you?” I looked at her, she hates bookshops “Na, you hate book shops unless they sell magic ones. You and James can go hang out. I will catch up with you later” “My mum has shown me a rune that I can put on Chad that will cause him erectile disfunction” Megan laughed

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

The rush of being wanted is sweeter than blood to a serial killer. Who is her latest target? Is it Jean-Pierre Toussaint, the publishing house mogul? A secret sugar-daddy? Or is it the famous sculptor and architect, Cristo Alexakis-Caron, the most sought out Bachelor of the decade? I was going to kill both Blair and Marcus for this. I knew it had to be Blair because Helvig’s company owned The Wedding Papers magazine. Now this paper is something that even the general public could get their hands on to read. I understood the ridiculously tacky nature of the article would show anyone with half a brain how fake it was, but the world outside needs no confirmation for accuracy. Only drama.

"Oh wait— says here, he's engaged. How come I didn't get wind of this?" "You’re not exactly the type who fights to read the business papers in the morning, hun." His jaw dropped. "She's gorgeous!" I immediately turned the screen to me. Vincentio’s fiance looked like if Snow White was a real person, only with long black hair, designer clothes, and instead of being surrounded by dwarves, was accompanied by giant bodyguards. "'Lysa Hearst, the heiress to the clothing giant, refused to comment on her fiance's disappearance.' Hmmm, now that's suspicious.” Andrew scrolled through the page. “There is no more news about their engagement."

I can’t see the book she’s reading, only her face as she brushes back her long dark hair behind her ear to read better – not that it did a lot of good, her hair is long and wavy and tends to fall back into place easily. Walking close I can feel my heart pounding, but I’m determined to talk to her this time. I walk around the tables centered in the library, she looks up from her book as I get closer. Stopping in my tracks I can now hear my heart beating and echoing through my ears. I can’t do this. Turning around I rush out the library and into the sun, where Axel is waiting for me. “So, how’d it go?” He asks, bright and cheerful as always.

Looking amused, that I bumped into him. Musk. Manly aftershave scent. What? why? damn! It has been a really long time. I quickly tried to get around him but, he held my stance. "Nicolette, I was hoping to talk to you. I saw your sketch. The strong strokes, composition, the passion is there. Why do you stop?" He took my book, marked it, and closed it.