Nothing's-wrong Book Novels & Stories

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

she said calmly, “and we add more.” “What’s that?” I whispered with my heart pounding. “Justice,” Klara said, opening the container as Racheal smiled wider. They poured out. Ants. Black, shiny. Fast moving. “No” I sucked in a sharp breath. The ants scattered across the floor at first, then climbed up my bare feet, my ankles and my legs. Pain exploded instantly and I screamed. They bit everywhere, sharp, burning stings that multiplied in seconds. I twisted and cried but the chains held me in place.

] Then came several thousand dollars' worth of transfer records. [She talks about the bookings so casually. The supporting female character is seriously disgusting!] [Dirty ads, chat logs, and payment records. She's completely busted now. Let's see how she talks her way out of this!] Franklin sneered at me mockingly. "Shannon, what else do you have to say for yourself?" Cindy sighed helplessly and acted as if she cared about me. "Shannon, as long as you return the clients to me, I can pretend none of this happened.

Or rather, he pretended not to while secretly waiting for her voice every afternoon. “ You're always reading,” Tessa said one day, peeking into his textbook. “ Because I like it.” “ No,” she sighed sadly. “ It's because you don't want me here.” His hand froze slightly over the page. Of course that wasn't true. Though he knows he barely responds to her. He blinked his eyes and turned back to his book. “ It's because you're weird.” He muttered. “ And you're mean.” “ Then stop coming.” “ Nope.”

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

Celea landed again and show her brother the book she had found It had a black cover with absolutely nothing written on it and that wasn't even the weird thing about this book. The pages inside were also blank

"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

* Ordinary things, the kind of things a person packed when they were planning to actually leave somewhere, not simply disappear for a few days. Sophie knelt and opened the nearest box, sorting through old sweaters and a stack of paperback novels with cracked spines, feeling something tighten in her chest with every layer she uncovered. This wasn't a panic-driven flight. This was a plan, built slowly, over months, hidden from everyone — including, apparently, the sister who was supposed to know her best.