Novel Si Paser Novels & Stories

“You okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’ve been staring at that paragraph for ten minutes.” I smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” “About him?” she asked carefully. “About both of them,” I admitted. She sighed but didn’t push. We’d had this conversation too many times. It wasn’t until later, when the sun dipped behind the buildings, that Jessy gasped and pointed at the TV. “Oh my god, Haven—look!” The news anchor’s voice filled the room: “…and rising author Haven Thorne’s debut novel, The Glass Garden, continues to top charts nationwide…”

Something new pretending to be old. Sierra listened to the pouring water and Alek humming in the bathroom from their room before she held the book, feeling every corner of the page. Taking a deep inhale, smelling the pages. As she expected, there was something unusual. When she opened the cover, she was proven right. She knew she should be nervous, but all she had in mind was a disappointment as every imaginary butterfly left with all the excitement she was feeling previously.

Noelle said, "A friend lost her passport and asked me how to get a new one." Shawn hurried forward and held her tightly. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were leaving the country without me." Noelle turned away from him and retched again. She could smell the sickly sweetness on him, mingling with a woman's perfume. He rubbed her back with a pained expression. "What did they feed you? I already told them to be careful because your stomach's been acting up lately… I'm going to fire them right now!"

someone asked. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand. I remained sprawled on the floor as I forced out, "I'm Noelle Grant. Your company's name is a combination of my and Lysander's names. You can check my passport and identification if you don't believe me. I have proof!" The men exchanged looks. The leader, Ray, glared at me as he clutched his injured head. "Your passport and identification have already been destroyed. I'll get your phone now—you'd better not be lying, or I'll feed you to the sharks!"

Smiling In Heaven (SIH) has finally come to an end, the journey of writing this book wasn't easy but I must say it was worth it. Thank you so much, Star loves you all. NB: This book is dedicated to all readers. Star❤

His wolf was rarely allowed to run free. Maybe that’s why Rihanna affected me so much. I’m pent-up. As he strolled along the shadow-painted sidewalk, Elias allowed his racing mind to drift back to when he lived deep in the woods by the Pasig River just east of Makati’s border. He imagined himself running on all fours, feeling the winding course through his fur as the forest blurred past. The memory of the trees, their familiar and comforting smell, lifted the weight from his shoulders. He could almost feel the cold of the covered ground he’d last experienced, how the soft flakes felt under his paws as he raced with his packmates, unhindered by fear of being caught.

His grey eyes looked at me with a mixture of teasing and judgment, that all-too-familiar lopsided smile already perched on his face. I clucked, trying to reach back for my pen, but he just lifted it higher. "Give it back, Pascha." "Wait." He tilted his head, looking at the scribbled page I'd made. "What is this?" I tried to pull out my book, but again, he was faster. "Nothing." Pascha raised one eyebrow, then read aloud. "'Three ways to kill a Romanov without leaving a trace.'" He paused for a moment, then looked at me with an amused expression. "You're planning something I should know about?"