Mistborn Series Book 2 Novels & Stories

As we both held our luggage, we entered the terminal with our tickets. It was a long flight, and I was bored. Luckily WiFi was great, and we had first class, thanks to Grant. I had my spot. I can watch more of my home videos off my laptop and make a video while I get annoyed by the laughs and noise on the other side. Liam was flirting with an older woman. Even if we have this fake engagement, it pisses me off he has to flirt with every girl he sees. Hours later, we arrived and had a cab driver take us to Miami to the port where the giant cruise ship awaited.

He’s too busy looking over his shoulder, scoping out the area around us. “You’ve never seen a sprite before, I take it,” Chuck says. I shake my head in amazement. Would Nenee let me touch her? Maybe I shouldn’t. Her wings look fragile. A loud boom shakes the walls around us, and I glance back at the bar. It's on fire, flames pouring out of the windows, smoke rising into the night. "Don't worry about it," Chuck says. "That place is owned by a Silver Hunter." He grins. "I'm happy to see it finally gone."

Cara sighed for the millionth time as she completed her work for the day. With Marcus drowned in his work, she knew that he would complete the series soon. The finishing touches shouldn’t take long. Completing all her work, she dragged herself to bed knowing Marcus would work till late in the night. She knew all along that this wasn’t forever yet she couldn’t stop her heart from bleeding with dejection. Will this be the last time they will meet? Will he go away to New York forever?

she sobbed in relief. "Where is Angelina, tia?" He growled and shake her slightly to get her attention. Upon closer inspection, the woman he was holding gently was about to faint, he could smell blood on her and he grew more alarmed. She needed medical attention right away. "Tia?" His voice gentled. "We have to help her. She is pinned and almost out of ammo, she's outside the abandoned pharmacy southeast of here. The Bandidos are after us."

The sun charred his skin mercilessly with every step he took in the direction of where he felt the hostels were yet, he felt proud of himself. After some minutes, he got to a halt. There were two roads. Ones he hadn't expected. One of the lanes forked leftwards and took a sharp bend like a roundabout while the other went straight and seemed distant. To his sides and behind him were other students. They, too, didn't know which way led to the hostel. After a little more than ten seconds, grumbles and murmurs began to erupt all around him. He felt like he was Moses leading the Israelites to the promised land except that in this situation, he didn't want to.

“Oh… yeah. They’re definitely gettimg together.” “If not now, soon,” I say. “I’m staying out of it.” “Me too,” he says, kissing me again. The DJ suddenly says, “Looks like the lovely couple is already working on baby number three.” I shoot him a glare. “My bad!” he says quickly. I look up at Knox. “No regrets.” He smiles down at me. “Definitely no regrets.” THAT MY LOVELY READERS IS THE END. KNOX & SIENNA WILL POP UP IN BOOK 3 WHICH IS TITLED THE PRICE OF PEACE

She just wanted to run and forget everything about the man she had been living with for three years. As she continued to run, a faint voice calling her was heard from afar. It was Michael's voice! Diana, who heard that, immediately quickened her steps without looking back. 'Now we're over. Goodbye, my love,' Diana thought frantically as her vision blurred. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her. But before she knew what it was, everything was already too late. BRAK!!! "NO!!!"

Misan turned to him, cupped his face, and looked him in the eyes. “No one can take me away. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him everything about us. I’ll end it so he won’t keep hoping. You’re the one I love, not him. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she said. Rycon smiled and kissed her deeply. They floated beneath the moonlight, their lips entwined in a kiss seen by the stars above. The Next Day... Misan was assigned to clean the palace library. While dusting the tall bookshelves, a strange book floating above a small table caught her attention. Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously.

Max zipped up his go-bag and grabbed his Smith’s sunglasses. Mandla had requested to meet with developing intel before MIT2 left. It was inconvenient but Mandla Nkosi was a valuable ally who’d arranged the transport to Cape Town. MIT2 would leave on good terms. Max wouldn’t relax till they were safely on the final leg to MIT headquarters in North Carolina. That could still be weeks away. “Are you ready, Abs? We’re moving in ten.” Abby tidied the kitchen before grabbing her purse.