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Nathaniel intruded into their slight bickering. "Hey you two, ...My guess is… Look, when the two of you met for the first time, you went through the familiarity, right? And of that, maybe your meeting has set a motion to open the bridge. " He exclaimed while the two looked at him with confusion, visible from miles away. My guess was, you two are the "bridge" and nobody can cross it over without knowing both of you, and to make a point, I'm here, remember?" He added and wiggled his eyebrow a little. Through him, I met you, Anna. I knew Harry since birth, and together we'd been dreaming about the White Mountain forever. Through him, I'd met you, too. Dan, Dan...and here I am." He concluded by

“I think we should talk about recent events.” “Four people are dead. What is there to talk about?” Blake asked. “A lot,” Brock said flatly. “Whoever is doing this knows what they are doing and they have a motive. They think there is a fortune on this property.” “But there isn’t,” Nicole said. “But the killer thinks there is,” Brock countered. “Let’s face it. Strange things have been going on since Thursday night. Let’s start from the beginning.” “Connor had an experience that we didn’t take seriously,” Troy said. “Remember he had said that something glided across his face in the den before dinner on Thursday night?”

I ask. He doesn’t open his eyes but still answers me. "I don’t have a favorite exactly, though I do read a lot of Dan Brown books if that pleases you." “Oh, I haven’t read his books, are they good?” I ask. I genuinely excited, I would love to start a new series. "You wouldn’t like his books. You more of a romance type of person." Rowan says. "There’s no romance in his books? Not even between characters?" I ask.

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

“That damn Bianca…always mysterious.” He nodded agreeing. The TV caught her attention as she tsked. “That maid service building caught fire earlier today.” Dan ignored her as he smirked. “I wonder what caused the fire.” He replied just making casual conversation. “It says maybe a gas leak.” Dan continued to try other things that only he would know, but nothing worked. He even tried his name and his date of birth. It was more disappointing to him that neither of those worked. He assumed he was the most important person in her life. In his frustrations, he accidentally hit a key that brought up the password hint: New Orleans.

She squatted down and put the food on a rock before hurrying away. 'So beautiful even when she's angry, if I didn't meet Dohana before, she would definitely be my wife.' A wry smile appeared on Jake's face before he picked up the food to eat. . That same evening, Dan Brown was riding up the mountain headed towards the Bandits lair. Just as Dan Brown entered, he noticed that the place was awefully quiet. He frowned and headed forward. Suddenly, a few men dropped down to the ground from the nearby trees and surrounded Dan Brown.

Without instruction. Just nature, doing what nature does when the right conditions finally exist. ______________ I originally intended for Zara to be possessed by morrha but while I was working on the novel, I realised Mira was a better option someone unexpected. thanks for staying with me through to the end of arc one. arc 2 resumes tomorrow. I apologise for only uploading one chapter today ARC ONE ENDS

the other twin protested, crossing her arms defiantly. I didn’t bother looking at them this time. “Shh, I don’t want any disturbances, okay?” I said, settling into the couch. I crossed my legs and propped them up on the coffee table, trying to relax despite the ridiculous gown clinging to me. The news was surprisingly engaging today—a report on natural disasters across different countries. Earthquakes, floods, people running in panic. It should have been somber, but I couldn’t help the thrill that coursed through me, like I was watching a scene from an action movie. The chaos on the screen was oddly captivating, a distraction from the chaos in my life.

“I don’t think it works like that.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “But since you want Jason in jail so badly, I guess I’ll have to get involved. I usually avoid people like him altogether, but you’re right. He shouldn’t keep getting away with this.” He leaned closer. “There’s someone I know. A detective. His name is Brown. He’s desperate to bring Jason down. His younger sister’s best friend was one of Jason’s victims. The girl took her own life. Brown’s sister has been wrecked by it ever since—she started using substances, spiraling. Brown has never gotten over it.”

Adalyn Darkness surrounded me, I could hear some faint noises, but my eyes refused to open. I tried to move any part of my body, but it was useless. I felt another prick in my neck and slowly feeling started to return. I’m not sure how long it took but I was eventually able to open my eyes. The light in the room was blinding. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” I tried to move my arms, and when I looked, I realized I was in chains. I pulled on them but there was no slack. It looked like I was in a cell and it had to be underground. There were no windows anywhere. They had spotlights set up with the cords running under the bars at the door.