Movie The Little Black Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Riley squeezed my knee under the blanket. I didn’t move. I just sat there, burning, while everyone else laughed at the movie and acted like the world wasn’t ending. This was fine. Totally fine.

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

He hung there, suspended upside down over the inferno of the foyer, his face inches from the rising flames. “Victoria! Help me!” he screamed, his voice once again that of a terrified child. I hung from the tapestry, my muscles screaming, watching him dangle. I could see Zander below, moving through the smoke, his gun raised. But then, I saw something else. Behind Daniel, in the shadows of the nursery wing that hadn’t yet been touched by the fire, a door opened. It wasn’t a guard. It wasn’t the police. It was Michael Blackwood. He was holding a small, leather-bound book—the original Vermon ledger. He looked at his son hanging over the fire, and then he looked at me.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six: The Game Within the Game Sofia and Aaron sat across from Liam Blackwell in the dimly lit private lounge. The tension in the room simmered just beneath the surface of polite conversation. Blackwell was a master of control, his calm demeanor masking the dangerous man beneath. But Sofia had learned how to read people like him—those who thrived on power and manipulation. Every word he spoke was calculated, every glance a test to gauge their intentions.