Mine Mine Mine Book Novels & Stories

Lunch was sent an hour ago but i refused to eat. 8 and half hour... I have counted all the lights in the room. The A.C. outlets as it was centralised system. The number of books in the room. And now I was counting the number of marble stones on the floor. "28 pieces" I whispered to myself. "No, 36" said becky still smiling. "Stop smiling" I shout. She stopped smiling. "Can you call jack at least?" I asked. "For the 50th time, I am not allowed to do that madam" she replied with a smile.

I muttered, letting out a breath. The other miners, their faces smeared with dirt and sweat, shot me envious glances. I ignored their jealousy and gently put the precious stone in my hands into my bag where I collected it. This gem alone would be enough to secure my early release from the mines, a privilege earned by those who found such treasures.

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There were no written notes in the first and even the middle part of the book. And I gave up and was about to close it and lay down when I found other written notes on another page. This one was longer than the one which was written on the title page. "I have read all the books in the night shade library. I am bored now and I have decided to pass the time by writing my thoughts in my favorite book— Adventures Of The Gold Keeper In The Mine Of Love. Dante loves calling me gold, and it is because this book which I write this short diary in is my favorite. I believe I am a gold Hunter and the nightshade Castle is my mine because of the love I have for Dante. And the undiluted love he has for me

She literally saw him everywhere. My cell phone rings, cutting off my concentration. It’s Cassian. I pick it up, a smile appearing on my face as soon as I hear his voice. “Working?” he asks immediately. I love how we don’t have to get past small talk—it’s so easy to just fall into conversation with him. “Actually, I was deep into Melia Castellanos’ mind,” I say with a sigh. “That bad?” he asks, sensing that what I was reading wasn’t exactly good.

She wasn’t going to let a devilishly handsome man with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen distract her from that. Losing herself in the documents on the Angolan diamond mine the Corporation wanted to buy, she could see why her father wanted the mine. The exploration activities by the mine indicated that there was a viable kimberlite pipe that could produce diamond deposits in over 20 years. Looking at the business reports for the company that held the majority shares presently, it showed that they didn’t have the funds to develop and excavate the pipe. The new contract showed that Lopes Corporation will gain the majority shares, while the former company kept 20 per cent shares in the di

Closed. Waiting. --- The Moment Before Aria’s hand hovered over the handle. Her pulse loud. Her breath steady. “This is it,” she said quietly. Cassian stepped beside her. “Yes.” --- The Edge Between Worlds Everything led here. The lies. The betrayal. The manipulation. And whatever was waiting on the other side… Would change everything. Aria pushed the door open. And froze. Because this time— Someone was inside. Waiting. Watching. Smiling. And in that moment—

Zheira looked away, stuffing her phone out of sight. Reading her silence, Melinda simpered. “That’s lovely, Zhe! But, as your mother, I want you to give business and nonfiction books a chance. It’s better than that pile of rubbish. Besides, it will also give you important lessons. After all, you are our only heir.” She stopped for a moment, formulating the thought she came up with. “You know what? Why don’t you read the books I’ve written about mining?” “Oh, come on, Hon! That book is boring. They don’t even teach you anything—” He cleared his throat when his wife glared at him. “Just kidding.”

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

" He must have been so annoyed because he looked impassive. There was no doubt that in his head he was already planning on how to kill me. Arden Wayne Moretti. That was his name. How would I forget? He was the first man to ever touch me the way he did, and most of all, the very first man I ever stole money from. His name was carved in my head forever and even if I wanted to erase that, I couldn't.