Nine Perfect Strangers By Liane Moriarty Novels & Stories

My eyes drift downward, and there it is, tucked into the middle of the page with the quiet confidence of a fact that doesn’t care whether I was ready for it. And I looked down at the paper where they wrote siblings and it was Ryan Mallon. I stopped breathing for a second. Not intentional, my body just forgets. The name pulses, heavy and undeniable, and I feel it land somewhere behind my ribs. Ryan Mallon. A name that belongs to long nights and unfinished conclusions, to a case that never sat right no matter how many times I told myself it was done. I read the line again. Slower. As if the words might rearrange themselves out of pity.

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

"Why don't you go get something to eat, and I'll see you in a bit." Jane stared hard at Red's hourglass shape and heart-shaped behind as she headed into the entrance tunnels looking for Tarloh. Jane sighed contentedly, but her contentment was short-lived. As she climbed up to the upper platform, she saw a few bloodstains remaining from the previous night's fight . . . some red and some green. The bodies had all been removed and the subway car that Jane had used as a weapon had been pushed to the side. 'I did a lot of this,' she thought. She noticed some of the Strays glancing at her out of the corners of their eyes. 'Are they afraid of me? Do they trust me? Do they know about me and Red? How

I was getting more and more attracted to her. What was happening to me? I could not sleep so I thought of reading some book. I had liked two out of her seven completed books and had liked both of them. I opened the app and started reading the new book by the writer and read a few chapters of it. Oh, God!! The male protagonist was absolutely like me, in physical appearance and qualifications. And what surprised me the most was that the female protagonist was also exactly like my clumsy neighbour. They even met the way we met...

Published it under her name and because of it Yuki Carter becomes the top ranking Best-seller author once again. The Lonely Eyes written by Yuki Carter become famous. It is not impossible the book reached Dryzen . He is despised with the book. It is all about him. Accurate and directly pointing at him. He ordered his secretary to do something to make the book disappear in the market. Also, he want to speak personally to the author of the book. Yuki accept the invitation, but she was killed by Dryzen after he find out that she is the Grand Alpha’s adopted sister.

"I slept with a stranger last night." She recounted the things she remembered with a trembling voice. Her tone was filled with regret, and even when she wanted to blame it all on the alcohol, she knew better. In the end, the blame was on her. It was all due to her wrong decisions that stemmed from her following her emotions.

** Ellthan exhaled slowly, staring flatly at a man who was roaring in pain beneath his feet. Lucas grimaced in horror behind Ellthan staring at the man lying there covered in blood, who was roaring in pain. "Disgusting Ell." Lucas felt sick at the sight of the man glaring in pain. The man is one of Ellthan's men who are in charge of guarding the narcotics warehouse and he has leaked the secret to the crime-fighting organization because it makes Ellthan angry. He was careless because he took care of the men who were not loyal to him. "Take him." Ellthan ordered his other men.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.