Misfire Book 소설 & 이야기

Once… twice… thrice… And it did not open. She didn’t open the door. I was so desperate to see Alicent that I went back to our room to get the keys for all the rooms here in my house. Finally, I was able to open and enter Alicent’s room. But the keys slipped through my fingers when I saw what was happening inside. Her legs were wide open as Maverick thrust deeply inside her, her head falling on the edge of the bed and there was Manuel filling her mouth with his cock.

I watched as the nozzle on the canister clicked open on its own and started spraying in all directions. I replied coldly, "Celeste, do you have any idea how many times I concentrated that pepper extract?" Her brow twitched. Before she could even respond, ten of her bodyguards at the edge of the pit suddenly collapsed, convulsing on the ground. Two of them even tumbled straight off the edge. In the video call, Celeste, who was full of arrogance and venom a moment ago, broke into a fit of coughing.

"Boss, Miss Wendy's attending doctor told me that she has already passed away. She was sent to the morgue some time ago…" A loud crash echoed through the hallway. A priceless antique vase shattered into pieces. Yvette ran downstairs barefoot in panic. "Joseph, what happened?" she asked. Joseph suddenly raised his head and stared at her. There was a sternness in his eyes for the first time ever. "Wendy is dead. Do you know about this?" he asked. Panic flashed through Yvette, but she forced herself to stay calm. "How can that be? Wendy's fine. How can she be dead? There must be a mistake, right?" she asked.

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

A normal person would feel annoyance; Dylan felt imminent catastrophe. "It wasn't a strategic pivot, Mike," Anna interjected smoothly, before Dylan could unleash one of his famously abrasive replies. She tilted her head, giving Mike a look that was polite, yet subtly condescending—the kind that only a very well-educated person uses on a slightly less educated one. "We've been quietly enjoying our relationship. I’m a psychiatrist at G.L. Hospital, so we're both quite private. We didn't want a circus distracting from the good work the hospital does."

- Logan smiled shamelessly, before diverting his attention to the cell phone again - Now, be very quiet, or you'll miss the best part. God, of course she knew which book he was talking about. She followed the author on social media, and when she announced that she would self-release that first book, Missy had gone out of her way to support a project she had always loved so much, including reviewing it, even though she knew no one would read it. When could she imagine that handsome man with the devilish smile would use that to set a trap for her? - Logan... - Blushing to the roots of her hair, Missy gasped, trying to stop him from reading further and possibly kill her with embarrassment - I d

Dropping a book from the shelves in another book, in a different world, but intertwine destiny, as the heroine and another shard soul of ‘hers’ took that defining sound of her every step and whispers. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Misha’s voice echoes, as she took the book that had fallen from its shelves and into that dimly lit corner of the city’s grand library. With her puzzled mind, yet it wasn’t showed upon herself. She is ringing with thoughts and questions as to why a certain book in that particular genre is put into the section of religious one and the bible? Just how uncanny might a coincidence such as this occur? “Uncanny.”

I said. "No," he said. "It is not." "Then we do not accelerate the spread. We do not weaponise it. We let it move at its own pace and we trust the forty-three to hold their own minds." His jaw shifted. Not disagreement. Something more complicated. "There is a problem with that," he said, and reached for the third book. --- Milrac's pov The third book was not a record. It was a manual. Written by someone who had studied Soren and Mira's failure from the outside, someone with enough distance to see what the pair themselves had been too deep inside the bond to recognise. The handwriting was small and precise and entirely without sentiment.

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

“It’s like I’m being yanked in a direction that’s totally unfamiliar to me. Last night, I visited Misty, and she’s… something is wrong. Something’s wrong between her and Cole, and she’s suspicious of our healer, and the forge…. It’s too much for her right now. I need–I need her to research The Book of Whispers, but I already know she’s struggling and can’t bring herself to even look at it yet, but it might give us some clues about what the forges were and what they’re capable of.” Ryan furrows his brows. “Cole and Misty are having issues?” “They fought yesterday morning before we returned to Silverhide. I don’t know the details.” “I’ll talk to Cole,” he says under his breath, shaking his hea