Novel 729 Novels & Stories

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Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two. - What have I done yesterday...- Nadir whispered, terrified. Immediately the images from the previous evening started coming back to her. It was the best and worst night of her life at the same time. Nadir remembered feeling wonderful, but as she looked at Miguel now and watched his horribly weak aura, she felt terrible.

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I finally chose the option that would keep me safe and preserve what little dignity I had left. I sighed loudly, provocatively, and continued my dogged march toward the exit. “Hold on,” Kalvin called again. Damn. It was useless to acknowledge him. I left his room without turning to see his disgusting, flushed face. ***** I woke up to three text messages. One from Senior Jack, another from Kalvin, and the latest, from this morning, was from Brucha. Game of Thrones! Senior Jack: “Hey Lily, I was so preoccupied yesterday I forgot to say goodbye before leaving the company. I'm sorry about that. Forgive me, dear.”

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From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

I keep walking, determined to find what I'm looking for. Finally, I round a corner and see a small door. 323. Station Nine. My heart races. This must be it. Lifting a fist, I knock. There's no response. I knock again, louder this time. "Enter," a feeble voice calls. I open the door and step inside. The room is dark, and a single candle flickers in the corner. Sitting at small table is a small, slender man with a long, white beard. In the opposite corner is a bed draped with a dark green blanket. The floor is smooth and made of stone, the walls made of dirt and rock.

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The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

Only those closest to you know exactly how to wound you the deepest. I bent down and picked up the half-burnt report, letting the fire lick my hand. "Are you crazy?!" Horace hurriedly took my hand, checking for any wounds. I quickly shook him off, shouting, "Don't touch me!" Looking down at his empty hand, Horace was silent for a moment, before he asked, "Where did you move to?" "That's got nothing to do with you." I turned to leave, but I had barely opened the door to the stairwell before I was suddenly pinned against it.