Narrow Unscramble

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

Selina Alistair, a young woman in her mid-twenties, has faced more than her fair share of hardships in life. Orphaned at a young age and cast out by her stepfather, she and her siblings were left to fend for themselves. But their struggles only multiplied when they became the target of a deadly assassin. After a narrow escape, Selina found herself in a strange, unfamiliar room, bound and gagged. With only her wits to guide her, she managed to break free and make a daring escape, and along the way, she came across a cold hearted billionaire, Lucas William. What happens when an unexpected events happened and it turned out to be that the Billionaire has something to do with the assassin? Is she safe?

An accident right from when Mark Scott was in his mother's womb granted him Electric powers. His mother died from the electrocution accident and he was born prematurely. Placed in an incubator for two months, he survived. Mark's dad discovered his son had electric powers when the former was still young. A narrow escape from the American government led them to hide and settle in an African Country, Nigeria ( His late mom's country). He concealed his powers until he reached the age Seventeen, where he had to use it in a life and death situation, which almost exposed his identity. But seems he will have to use his powers again, when Nigeria and the rest of Africa is endangered by a foreign threat.

Ritian got transmigrated inside the unfortunate land of excessive trees and barren sea of Cabato. Having his journey from being a pitiful scratch to a definite catch, he was with Wenren. A martial hero who foolishly lost his sense of sight; and propriety. Together they conquered big bosses. Piercing the armor of death himself and make a narrow escape hand in hand. They promised to dedicate themselves in protecting the other. There's one crucial thing that Ritian wanted to clear about their relationship though. "Wenren, do you want to sleep with me?" "I'm not gay." Indeed, this is a difficult thing. Ritian needed to cross this non-existent barrier between them. Because even if Wenren doesn't want to, he himself kept on dreaming about it.

A week before our wedding, my fiancee, Lauren Blair, went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. She was accompanied by her newly hired assistant, Ian Kane. Coincidentally, she ended up being assigned to my clinic. I stood there holding Lauren’s pregnancy report in my hand, staring through the narrow gap in the door at the two of them outside. Ian pulled her into his arms by the waist, confessing with aching tenderness, "Lauren, I love you." "I love you too, Ian. I'm only married to Sam because of the circumstances I’m stuck in, but you've always been the one who holds my heart." I stopped hesitating. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to my father. "Dad, I accept the marriage alliance with Ms. Sheridan. The wedding date can remain. Just change the bride."

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I can't remember my life before 16 after I was hit by a truck. I only remember two letters Ki and I'm convinced it's what I was called before the accident. Google could not help with the narrow search because all the names I have tried don’t sound familiar. I have spent ten years trying to remember and failing. I have a lot of questions with no one to answer them for me. I fear my life must have been meaningless because no one came looking for me and worst of all the trail of my identity went cold. Every search came out as a dead end it was as if I never existed. I have a question that runs in my head over and over, but it feels pointless because even the police could never solve the mystery. Authors NoteCheck out my interview with good novel https://tinyurl.com/y58samxv

The urge to protect begins with desire... A widowed researcher, Caitlyn Maddox, opts to take her second honeymoon trip with a hired escort, a mysterious man paired with her through an exhaustive agency matching process. Unbeknownst to her, the handsome stranger, Duke Carter, who her meets her at the airport isn’t the man she hired. Along the twisting channels of romantic Venice and the intimate eateries of sophisticated Florence, sparks fly between the duo. But the agency isn’t the only group looking for the spellbound scholar and her charming companion. Amid the narrow cobblestone streets, spectacular gardens and vitrine art galleries, dangerous secrets from both her late husband’s past and Duke’s present are swiftly encroaching on Caitlyn’s blissful fantasy. Against a firestorm of half-truths and flying bullets, Duke struggles to bring Caitlyn through safely. Not merely because it’s his job to protect her, but because no one is going to hurt what’s his.

# Book 2 of the Dark Desires Series His eyes wander on my body and his eyes narrow when he notices the cane marks on my body. “Who the fuck did this to you?” He demands, his tone dangerous as my heart begins to this loudly. “I… I…” “Tell me, Milochka. Who's the bastard that dared to lay his hands on you?” I gulp nervously. It's my husband. ….. Viktor Ivanov is guilty of sleeping with his daughter's nanny, and Milana is trapped in a living nightmare as she is forced to spy on Viktor, a powerful member of the Bratva, by her abusive husband. But the more she learns about Viktor, the more she's drawn to his darkness and the way he loves his daughter. As she navigates the treacherous world of the Russian mafia, she must confront the secrets of her past and the lies that bind her to her husband. Can she find a way to escape, or will she become the Bratva's next victim?

Memories of an event that occurred in a narrow, dark alley haunted Eric five years ago. Dressed in a penguin cartoon costume, he saved a teenager from a gang but was pushed into an abyss and drowned by the same teenager, transforming him into an Omega. In an attempt to escape the pain of the past, Eric became a B-list actor in the entertainment industry. However, his encounter with Haley and the legendary crown prince of the SMALL Group disturbed his peace. Darcel's crazy hegemony terrified Eric, and he wanted to fight back when Darcel used force to crush him. He ended up imprisoned by Darcel's side and was constantly troubled by gangs knocking on his door. The lack of funds caused by suppressed investor support prevented the completion of his new movie. The past and reality intertwined, and an unexpected coincidence between Darcel and another teenager caused Eric to feel intense hostility towards Darcel. Will Eric forgive Darcel for the hurt he has caused, and will Eric's peace ever return to the way it was before?