Never Never Book Review Novels & Stories

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

Neva had sent the message from a different phone. That was the first thing Corinna noticed. Different number, same unmistakable cadence. Her mother wrote texts the way she said everything else. No contractions. No softening. Just the precise minimum required to convey the information. I have it. Three words that meant Neva had known exactly what she was carrying for four years and had said nothing. Three words that meant the man who answered her phone either didn't know she had already moved the document — or had let her send the message deliberately.

Let me take you out to Fontaine's tonight to make up for it, okay? I did not correct her. My parents had chronic health conditions, and that gift box was one I had carefully chosen from the only vendor that carried it. It was not something available just anywhere. I did not remind her, either, that I did not like Fontaine's. I had already told her this many times. She did not care, and she never would. Bringing it up again would only earn me another lecture about being difficult and dramatic. None of it mattered anymore.

Before I could ask why, he claimed he needed the bathroom and disappeared. When someone liked another person, it showed in the small details. When they did not, that showed too. Thinking about all of that, I shook my head and reluctantly refused. “Maybe not…” The doorbell rang at that moment. I took the chance to escape and hurried to answer the door. A girl I had never seen before stood outside. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and she smiled brightly at me. “Hi. I am looking for Elias.” I froze. [Ahhh, it's our female lead baby!]

"Mom, this amount is way too specific. And if the painting's really valuable, shouldn't I be paying them instead? "This deposit's even higher than my normal booking fee. It's so weird. If my schedule wasn't already packed that day, I honestly might've gone to check it out. "But what if it's a scam? What if they try to kidnap me or something?" The dread in my chest only got worse. Sean tensed beside me. "Don't go. There are too many scammers out there now. And don't keep the money." Ellie refunded it immediately. That afternoon, I got a call.

I recognize the slightly worn edge on the cover, the way the third page has a tiny tear at the bottom. I stare at it, my brain trying to connect dots that don’t want to be connected. How did this get here? Did Deckard give it to Owen when he was handling my affairs? I shake the thought out of my head. The Newtons are like a bad infection; if I think about them too much, I’ll start seeing symptoms everywhere. I shove the Braille book back onto the shelf, deciding that I’ve had enough memory lane for one morning. I finally settle on a thick, mass-market paperback with a suspiciously shirtless man on the cover...don't judge me, it’s raining...and nestle into the oversized plush armchair by the

I blocked my parents' numbers and changed my phone again. They had never contacted me for anything except blame. I had stopped feeling anything for relatives like them long ago. During my second year in New York, I became one of the Romano family's central decision-makers and took control of their finances. My work grew increasingly demanding. One day, I received a package. It had no return address or sender's name. When I opened it, I realized Adrian had sent it. Inside were photographs from our time together. There were very few, only three or four.

Mother seemed to be crying as she flipped through the notebook, "You're right about that. There have been two notebooks since the beginning—one to record Belle's favorite things, and another to record Belle's wedding gift. "I thought of asking Celine to return the money we spent on her to us. That'll form part of Belle's wedding gift later." It was gut-wrenching. I spat out blood yet again. Not only was there no notebook to record my favorite things, but the notebook that recorded my expenses was, all along, Belle's wedding gift planning records.

"That was quite the show you and Rhea put on tonight. Are you okay?" Neveah shook her head slightly, smoothing down her hair with a dignified air that made her look far older than her years. "I’m fine, Laziel. It’s over now, isn't it? Those loud people are gone." "They are indeed," Laziel murmured. Neveah leaned forward, her curiosity momentarily overriding her exhaustion. She craned her neck to see the title of the book he was holding, her eyes narrowing in the dim light. "What are you reading? It looks old and boring."

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.