Michael Grant Gone Book Series Novels & Stories

After spending the past week in the hospital, I had been busy since this week working on finishing my manuscript. Thirty minutes later, I finally finished writing and stretched out my aching body. I picked up my phone and saw two messages. One was from Michael and the other from an unsaved number. I read the one from Michael first. He was inviting me to join Grant and Munachi for dinner at their house. I hurt to know that Grant didn't directly ask me to come. Munachi was the reason for it all. What exactly Grant found so amazing in her, I couldn't understand. I had been with him all these years and despite my attempts to break them up, they are still together.

I didn't have a choice except to expose Georgette and Michael and win this. "Alright. I think that is enough," Gavin told me, taking the I'll from me. "This doesn't make sense. These books should be illegal. Let me…" He trailed off when I placed my hand on his. I looked right into his eyes, wishing I could show him everything that had happened to us. I didn't have a reason not to believe what the book said. Our pack was massacred. Michael killed everyone I loved and eventually, killed me too. Georgette was part of it and if history repeated itself, I had every reason to believe that all the werewolf packs would be in danger. What if Michael's plans were more sinister and far rooted than just

"But what does this have to do with Michael? Why did you disappear? Why didn’t you come to us sooner?" Michael’s face twisted with shame. "Because I thought I could fix it. I thought I could stop it by writing the book. But I was wrong. The more I wrote, the deeper I got, the closer I came to uncovering the truth. And then... then I started seeing things. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. I could feel it—the presence. It was like it was watching me, waiting. It’s been trying to take me for years, but I didn’t realize how close I was to the edge until it was too late."

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there. "I knew it. You won't be able to get the book. Never." Master Qiang sadly died. "What is this? It is not the secret book. It is just a useless empty diary. Oof! The old man died without telling anything." Zhang Wei became mad to see the empty book. His eyes became red with great anger. He started to find the book everywhere. "oof. Where is the useless book? Chenguang why are you standing without finding the book? Search it." He growls and commands to Chenguang.

Hello, everyone, I am Nite Lucent, the writer of the book. Thanks for reading my book His Love. I have enjoyed writing it and I hope you loved it too. Everyone who has read the book knows how there was an atrraction and infactuation between Michael and Riley. So, now, I have decided to write the story with Michael Whitaker and Riley Bianchi as main characters and the sequel will revolve around their lives and Jordan and Adrian's ofcourse. I hope you will read it and love it too. The book2 will go live from November. I look forward for your responses, reactions and thoughts about the book. You can also read my other stories. To know more about my works, follow me on Instagram @NiteLucent.

She had won a lot of competitions, both academic and athletic, earning her family more admiration than before. George, as the second in command of the Rui Lin Mafia, did not sit idle either. Aside from standing by Sherly's side, providing her with his unwavering support and love, he also did his best to smoothly avoid the government's illegal work. Of course, not because the government and their mafia had an agreement that they would stop their illegal business; that's not on their plan. Kyle, who was the eldest son of the Montenegro family, is finally done with his treatment. After what happened to the mall, that assassination, even though it did not have a large impact on his life, his dad

"I personally spoke to the warden back then and told them to take care of her." Jeremy had always trusted that the Grant name would shield anyone connected to it. He never imagined anyone would dare touch her. But now, a new question surfaced in his mind. Who was the boy who had called Madison "Mom?" Where had he come from? Did he know something? Mike's hands paused over the keyboard. He chose his words carefully. "Mr. Grant, I looked into the boy." "Go on." "The boy's name is Zayne. He's four years old."

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

Wanting to be here when Rhiannon got back, we’d taken armfuls of library books back to Cin’s living room and had curled up there in front of the fire. I’d taken notes on anything that looked like it could be relevant, but other than a few vague mentions of ancient freezes from the history and geography sections of the library, I’d found nothing that related to our situation. Two good things had come out of our wasted night, though: I’d distracted myself from the raw shock of Michael’s death, and Brian was purring with joy over all the books I’d flipped through.