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It was the silence. No jazz crackling from the backroom speaker. No Sadie-Rae humming along. Just the creak of floorboards under Nova's boots as she sauntered past the poetry section.The register light blinked. But the camera above it—a new one installed last week, was dark. Unplugged. She stepped behind the counter and knelt. The cable hadn't come loose; it had been intentionally removed. Nova swallowed hard, her pulse ticking up. She stood again, scanning the shop. And that's when she saw it. A slip of paper wedged behind the spine of a hardcover anthology. The same book where she'd once found a flower she hadn't placed. Nova eased it out carefully. This wasn't Sadie-Rae's handwriting. The

The future they would be exploring together. THE END

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

My mind raced with conflicting emotions – anger, heartbreak, and a profound sense of betrayal. I hesitated, considering whether to make them aware of my presence, but a second thought held me back. Instead, I quietly left. Their moans echoed in my ears as I closed the door behind me. My mother had never supported my marriage to Maxwell. In defiance, I had severed ties with her. The sacrifices we make for love. I brushed away the tears streaming down my face, a mixture of heartache and regret. The possibility of Ava and Maxwell being involved wasn't a shock; it seemed like an ongoing betrayal behind my back. The weight of deception sank in, leaving me grappling with a sense of numbness.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book may not reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without the permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It contains the otherworldly imaginations of the author about zombie apocalypse, magical illusions and over-exaggerated scenes that may not suitable to your taste. The plots of indirect discrimination may trigger your annoyance but it is just purely for entertainment purpose. Novelcat : https://www.novel-cat.com/bookDetail/13580755020

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Then: "The information you're withholding. The thing you said you'd take to your grave." "Yes." "I need to know what it is before I agree to anything." Kael had known this was coming. He had spent three hours deciding how to present it, what to emphasize, and what to hold back until after she had committed. He had arrived at a conclusion that was risky but necessary. He stood. Not to match her height (she was taller than him by a few centimeters) but to have the conversation on equal footing rather than from a seated position. "The novel," he said, "ended with several unresolved plot threads. The Pale Arbiter's contract was one of them. The author never showed what happened when the contract

“Hi, Dr. Morelli. I am Dr. Danov. You’ve been in my care for weeks now. If you can hear me, I need you to blink or move.” Weeks? I have been here for weeks. They’ve had me listening to that for weeks. I want to cry. I want to fight. I want to wake up and find out it was all a dream. But what if it wasn’t? What if Damian did lie? What if Nono did abandon me? What if Sophia won? I push all the doubt down, just long enough to respond. “Water…” is all I manage to croak. _________ Gabriella