Mission Possible Book Novels & Stories

This 2nd update of the day is dedicated to Merlinda Pancho Pi who has voted for this book. Grazie mille! ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ AUTUMN THIS WAS WEIRD. Definitely weird. How else would you describe sleeping next to your ex? Okay, I stood corrected. He was not my ex. We had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. No. We had slept together once —not exactly once, but you know what I mean—and it was a one-time thing. Albeit it resulted in me carrying his child, it did not necessarily make him my ex unless there was a term called ex-one-night-stand which I doubt its existence and logic.

Julia POV Here he is, on top of me, my body is all tingling with his proximity. I am finding it hard to breathe. The way he is looking at me is making me feel like I am about to lose control and I can’t do that, I can’t lose control at all. I can’t give in to the bond. I bite my lip so I don’t kiss him, he smells so good. He’s pinning me down to the floor, my wrists being held hostages by his hands on top of my head. If this wasn’t so dangerous would be sexy as fuck.

Hi guys! I want to apologize for the delay in updating my book A Second Chance. Something came up with it and I won't be able to update it for a while. I'm very sorry for this inconvenience but I promise to let you all know when I'll start updating it regularly again. Thanks for your understanding and please no hate comments. Thanks. P.S: This has never happened before and it is rather unfortunate that it had to happen. If you have not read my other stories, please check them out and don't forget to vote and comment. Love you guys!

Hello guys, Thank you for choosing to read this book. Before you begin, I want to give a big warning. This book is dark; it's messed up and explicit. Don't say I didn't warn you because I am doing it now. This Story Contains - Physical and Sexual Abuse - Violence - Mature Themes - Sexual Content - Strong Language please leave if you are uncomfortable with any of the mentioned. I will repeat if you are not comfortable with the explicit contents I have mentioned. Leave. Thank you to those who decide to continue.

" I wish my dream may come true someday but I know it's not gonna happen." Parth was taking bath under the shower but he was still lost in the dream. Parth came down the stairs and wished goodmorning to his Grandma. " Smiley,are you free today after the college?" Grandma asked him. " Ofcourse,I'm always free for you. What do you want?" Parth said. " Your Pa is busy today.So,i was thinking to go in the birthday party with you." She said and looked at him, eagerly waiting for his reply. Lily came out of the kitchen room with a plate full of toasted bread with jam,banana and a glass of milk and put it on a table .

Someone cries in their sleep in a similar way. “It is true there are rules that prevent me from directly interfering with human fate. But there are other ways to make it happen. The Big Book is full of general conditions that I always find my way around. For instance, as a prank I can cut the brakes of a car that I calculate will be at a certain place at a certain point in time. It is not an exact thing, mind you. More like trial and error. But it IS one way to bring about the claiming of a life.

“Isn't that wonderful?” “So what man, are you hesitant about the 09 fortune because of her?” “Angelo, not now.” I waved my index finger in the air. “Hillary is your key to the 09 fortune, why are you hesitant?” “Probably because he's in love with her.” Rafael suddenly joined in, I looked at him with daggers in my eyes. Angelo laughed loudly. “That would be crazy; in this mafia game, there's nothing like love, you know why? Because it makes you weak, no one wants to be weak over a bitch right?”

She turned around, “fetch me some fruit.” Melissa nodded frantically, heading for the carriage too. “Where are you going?” Emily raised a brow at her. “The fruit is in the carriage.” Melissa answered with a bow. “No.” Emily shook her head, “I can smell some soursop not very far from here, I want you to get it.” Melissa paused, turning to stare at the dark line of trees before them. “But it is dark and there could be a wild animal in there… or even a rogue” she expressed in fear.

“Two weeks ago I finished a historical romance novel. Then I planned to read another one. Went to the bookstore and bought a new one.” “I don’t want to hear you say this is a coincidence. But yes, I’m reading the book ‘The Captive of the Demigod.’ In my opinion, there are no winged humans, unless it’s fiction like this. If you still believe what that brat of yours says, what’s in your head is completely nonsensical,” Anna insisted. She knew full well Pandora shouldn’t argue. “Alright, Aceli, just forget it.” Because that’s exactly what Pandora was going to do. She closed the black box tightly and put it inside Aceli’s bag.

Rebel’s POV The problem with nights in the clubhouse is that they don’t really end. The music stops, the laughter fades, the bikers wander off to bed or to someone else’s—but the energy lingers like heat after a storm. It hums through the walls, through the floors, through my bones. And tonight, something feels wrong. I’m curled on my bed reading a dog eared book, the one Fang always pretends he doesn’t know I stole from his room years ago. The air is thick with the scent of oil and steel from the garage below, comforting in the way only home can be.