Novel Deep Ellum นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

And with that Emilia slipped away, back into the party. Now alone, Delilah glanced at the sleek black book in her hand. According to the news, Emilia had made millions of Euros from the book sales. Everyone has been gushing about how hot, explicitly raw and delicious the book was. Emilia writing about sex and making millions from it was the last thing Deliah or anyone expected from her. Jax wasn’t giving her the kind of sex required to write such as heated erotica novel. Except she was cheating and getting that heated sex elsewhere.

It had been ten long years since he had seen Shawn, ten long years since he last saw this level of pain in Shawn's eyes, when he shattered his heart into a thousand irreparable pieces. And now, here they stood, face-to-face at their college reunion party, ignited by a burning mixture of desire and resentment. Shawn's intense gaze pierced through Ivan, leaving him feeling stripped down to his core. It was a confrontation neither of them had anticipated, yet both had secretly desired. The years had changed them, etching deep lines on their faces and eternally marking their souls with time's relentless passage. But even after all these years, their chemistry remained as strong as ever, a cruel

his plain voice held a slight hint of disgust and complete honesty. Giselle rushed to his side, gently picking up the human in his arms before Lucien actually does vomit on her. She knew he wasn't joking. "Why does she smell like farm poop?" Her nose wrinkled as the smell washed her insides clean, rendering her with the option of emptying her breakfast. Now she understood why Lucien looked disgusted. The smell was awful.

The land is not in the condition in which they discovered us. She took a drink, and was taken aback by how chilly it was. "How were you able to handle the electricity?" He felt about on the top of the refrigerator. "This is a special order." battery-operated machinery used in industry It wasn't cheap, but it was well worth the money. Anna had no choice but to assent. She unscrewed the bottle and chugged half of the contents as Jerome, who was kneeling nearby, did the same thing with his own water bottle.

"If they want to close the book, they're going to have to burn the whole library to get to us." Elara is rooted, She has become the living soul of the Iron Mountains, a place MegaNoel can’t touch—but the Corporation has initiated the "Final Format" of the entire universe! The countdown has begun. Nine days until the end of everything. Elara is safe inside her mountain, but the rest of humanity is about to be "Deleted." Does she stay safe in her cage, or does she find a way to take her "New World" to the enemy?**

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An alarm pierces through the silent hallways. I lock my computer and follow the sound to room 312. Matthew isn’t here tonight- none of the other nurses let him stay and I was here unexpectedly tonight. I check the monitor and note that it’s reading Daniel’s heart rate at an incredibly low rate. I open the side of his isolette to listen to his heart and as soon as my hand touches him, my heart drops. His skin is on fire. He has a fever.

I tapped on the screen, and it lit up, showing me 7 missed calls from Melinda. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what they talked about for hours without any pause. Their conversations these days upsets the shit outta me, and her sudden withdrawal from Prisca is also not making any sense too. I tried to unlock the screen using her fingerprint, but none of the fingers on her right hand worked. I was about to try again with the left when Jasmine started to turn in bed. I quietly returned the phone to the nightstand and crawled into my side of the bed, lying down to cuddle her.