Novel 121 Novels & Stories

Midnight in Mayrelle City. Snow filled the sky. I clutched the divorce agreement in my palm and didn't feel cold at all. A message popped up on my phone—from my sister. Just as expected. He had rushed off again to be with her. Maisie: [Adele, your husband and I have run out of condoms. Can you bring some over for us?] Maisie: [Carthorpe Hotel, Room 1206. Make sure they're ultra-thin.]

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Felecia whispered through pants of pain "Now we are getting to the good part. Since this new naive generation have no idea who the damned are, I'll do the honors of telling them.”

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Lars was too hungry to hear any explanations anyway, considering he barely talked and just focused on gorging his creamy potato salad, caprese sandwiches, onion and beef empanadas, and gulped them down with fresh orange juice. Eventually, the group came into a lull as they were full of good meals. The wind softly passed by, brushing against the foliage and carrying fresh smell of the forest. Lars leaned against the pillar and was about to close his eyes again, craving for more sleep. However, his crave for answers was much greater. "So... now can you start explaining?" Vayu blinked rapidly for a while. "Ah, yes, right. We're part of the Twelve Scions. We protect this lovely island from being

Jasper “He’s coming this way,” Charlotte whispered digging her elbow into Jasper’s side. “Close your mouth.” Jasper forced his lips into a stiff smile as the Knave held out his hand and he accepted it. “Hello.” “Ah, my King, greetings,” the Knave of Heart’s grin was charming and wicked and his hand in Jasper’s lingered beyond a strictly polite handshake. “I promise I won’t steal your diamonds.” His grey-blue eyes held Jasper’s just as firmly as his hand did. Locking eyes in such a way with the masked stranger was intense and intimate, and Jasper found himself flushed and flustered, the throb of his cock echoing the race of his heart.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

Crap, this is all I need. His eyes narrowed but he didn’t say a word and i remember his question “Charlotte, but I prefer Charlie” “Then Charlie it is, I am Alexander and I shall see you later” “Well Charlie, that was weird” I often find talking to myself helpful. When I reached down to grab another book out my bag, a bag of apple slices had appeared, a note was stuck to the front ‘thought you would enjoy these, A’

I want to thank all you lovely readers that followed this book and even paid coins to make sure you got to the end of Book 1 (which ended with the chapter before this). You all are the best and I couldn't ask for a better site on which to publish my book but GoodNovel. I have decided to continue book 2, though, under this same ‘package’ so that it'll be easier for you, dear reader, to continue with book 2 instead of searching for it. I hope this decision by me makes things easier for you all.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.