Never Ending Tbr Novels & Stories

But when the host finally took the stage, he announced, "Please welcome the creator of Eternal Dawn, Hannah Lowe!" I froze, half-standing, fingers clutching my dress. The entire scene was a cruel joke. As curious eyes darted in my direction, I slumped back into my seat, my grip trembling. Up on stage, Hannah clicked the mouse, displaying my work on the high-resolution giant screen. The host then asked her about the inspiration behind the name Eternal Dawn. She scanned the crowd and gave me a sweet, mocking smile. "As you all know, this design is my aunt's only surviving sketch from her lifetime," she explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

The perfect grey shade to my dark persona. "We'll stay by each other's side, always and forever" she whispers. We rest our foreheads together, "Always and forever" I promise, keeping her close to me. __________________ THE END! This book has finally ended after a long hiatus. Thank you everyone who waited patiently for the epilogue. Thank you for giving my book a chance, I appreciate each and every reader. Till we meet with a new book, bub bye! ♥️❤️ Moniba

He tried to stop her from leaving his office, but she was too fast to be stopped. He didn’t want to inform his security or secretary to stop her because he didn’t want to create an unnecessary scene. “What is she talking about?” Charles muttered. He picked up the document and looked at it once more. He still didn’t seem to understand what Linda was talking about. “Does this mean this property is stolen and actually belongs to Linda’s father?” His eyes remained fixed on the document as he carefully examined the name on the property and the other papers attached to it.

I took a seat on my comfortable chair while taking a sip of my coffee and Aiden lay down on the couch. ''What happened that you took off without saying goodbye yesterday don't you dare avoid this question,'' Aiden says with seriousness while looking me dead in the eye. ''Just got in a fight with boss and stormed out that's it,'' I say taking another sip of my coffee which by the way is the only good thing in my life right now. ''Ok, I am pretending to believe that,'' Aiden says while breaking eye contact and looking up at the ceiling. ''Why are you so obsessed with books? I mean, I do like to read books, but I am not as obsessed as you and Aaron are.'' That's something new. Aaron is obsessed

As unprecedented existence. Forever. Or until forever breaks us. Whichever comes first. The story continues! END OF CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR TO BE CONTINUED...

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I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin. “Ragnarök.” Tara braces her hands on the table on either side of the book. “It’s not an end, so much as a renewal. But for the gods, it’s very much an end.” “I don’t like the sound of that,” I say, dread piercing my heart. “You know, since they’re using Nathan and I as avatars for gods in their little plan.”

Her hands shook as she tore it open. Inside: A burner phone. A USB drive. A folded note. Atlas read it aloud: “Everything Leon’s hiding is on this. But once you open it, there’s no going back.” Lily stared at the USB. “This could expose him.” “Or it could destroy us if it’s a trap,” Atlas warned. “You sure you want to plug that in?” “I don’t have a choice.” Lily inserted the USB. Inside were hundreds of encrypted files… and a single video file labeled: “Playback ProtocolOne.”