Misfire Book Novels & Stories

He would have noticed it at once if he had just turned back to look at me, but he never did. Time passed by in seconds. Lynetter never showed up at all during this period, and I kept fainting and waking up repeatedly. Soon, the countdown timer showed I had only five seconds left to live. I suddenly heard the sound of someone punching in the code at the door lock, and I jolted awake at once. A split second later, my phone lit up next to me with a text message from Troy. "You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!"

"I miss you. And Oscar may never forgive me if he doesn't get to see Moxie again. We want you back, if you can see your way to forgiving me for being a dumbass." There. He'd said it. He'd put the whole thing out there. Now, heart in his throat, Denver held his breath, knowing it was out of his hands. * * * We want you back. He might have been slow, but he'd finally made a move. And it was exactly what Misty had wanted him to say the other night. But though her heart pounded with hope, with excitement, there was no little bit of fear mixed in. She'd let down her walls with this man. She'd let him into her life further than any man in years, and at the first sign of trouble, he'd run. What gua

Missy gave him the chance, but what she didn’t expect are the fusses surfacing their new chapter. Fusses not meant to create a rift but jeopardize their lives, fusses with secret beyond laughs and smiles; jaw dropping fusses. Book 2 of Vicious Billionaire Trilogy. Cannot be read as stand-alone. Book 1- Bride To The Vicious Billionaire. Book 2- Falling For The Vicious Billionaire. Love you all and thanks for the support.

—————— •AUTHORS’ NOTE• The confession: So I just went through the comments, and Mis Mia pointed out an error where I mistook Ruby for Amber—that Ruby was the dead one👽. You guys, here is what's paining me: that was right after I said I re-read each chapter. Yes, I do, but I don't know how I missed that. 😩 I apologize; I already fixed it, and if you re-add the book, you'll see the corrected mistake as my editor approved it almost immediately. I apologize, guys, and I'm sorry for the error. Thank you, Mis Mia, for correcting me.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

"Kael Davis, attempting to trigger a 'Character Memory Leak.' Probability of success: 0.04%." ​Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Mia began to bleed. Not ink, but Red Friction. The "Noir" elements from Chapter 132 were leaking back into the "Romance" world. The books on the shelves began to change titles, their covers turning into gritty, black-and-white crime thrillers. ​The Siege of the Bookstore ​"The Algorithm is struggling to hold the 'Joint-Venture' together!" Kael realized, his eyes widening. "He’s trying to merge the genres, but the 'Friction' is too high!"

So why did something like that happen at the most disadvantageous time? Because he had not been able to build the perfect secure space for it, he placed it among the ordinary books in hope of it going unnoticed. However, when he ran his fingers through the row of books, he could not feel that one book which was supposed to be there. His heartbeat immediately accelerated, it’s the equivalent of losing your phone in the modern day. Someone like hom who was mostly cold headed suddenly became anxious, out of all things in the world, it was one of the few things he absolutely could not let go because the consequence of misuse of the book could lead to a terrible disaster.

“That is not how conversation works.” “You criticised my silence.” “I was observing it.” “There is a difference?” “A large one.” She sounded like Chase. I kept that thought to myself. Missy opened the notebook in front of her. Pages were filled with numbers, ingredient lists, rough drawings of shop layouts, and names she had crossed out repeatedly. I glanced toward it. “Bakery plans?” She covered the page with her hand. “No questions about my family.” “That is not about your family.” “No questions designed to gather information.”

I was the real daughter of the Jenkins family, recently brought home, while Coco, the fake, unexpectedly procured the College Entrance Exam Leech System. All she had to do was give a name, and the person's score would be transferred to her exam sheet. She was overjoyed when she mistook me for the star student who had been the top scorer in the city's high school for three years, and quickly put my name in. Then, in the three months leading up to the college entrance exam, she would be watching Youtube videos in class, getting her nails done after school, all while bragging she could get over 700—even with her eyes closed. I warned her that college entrance exams were no joke, but her boy

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary