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More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

I added furniture piece by piece. It was nothing extravagant, but everything had to suit my taste and feel comfortable. Moving day arrived with clear skies. When I carried the last box into my new home and closed that brand new security door that belonged to me alone, the entire world seemed to go quiet. There were no prying eyes, no passive-aggressive arguments, and no suffocating schemes. Just a room filled with sunlight, complete silence, and my own steady breathing. I poured myself a glass of water and settled into the sun-drenched couch, looking around. There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family.

Jasper's heart felt like it was crushed under a heavy stone, the weight of his emotions unbearable. He was so on edge that he could kill, his rage simmering without an outlet. Finally, he exploded. "Who's the father of this child?" he roared, his voice laced with helpless fury. Elaine's lips curled into a slight smile. "As long as the baby carries the Carter name, we'll all be fine. You won't have to sleep with a wife who doesn't excite you anymore, right?" She was not wrong. The baby was a Carter, after all.

“Jeremy, the results are out. The doctor said that the baby is very healthy. In a few months, the baby will be able to meet us. “I’m going to check on Alania later. I have a feeling that she might have discovered something. I’ll test the waters while no one is around.” As she spoke, her expression turned ruthless. She looked around. Once she was certain no one was in the area, she whispered, “We’ve already killed two people. We can kill another one.” I was shocked. What did Joy mean by that? They already killed two people? A horrifying thought rose in my head, but I did not want to believe it. When my mind finally returned to the present, Joy had already left. I leaned against the wall listl

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

"Oh, Eleanor, you think you're so above it all, don't you? Mrs. Jackson, huh? Well, tonight, I'm going to shatter that image of yours! Let's see if Roman will still want you after he sees what a mess you've become!" I was flung onto the icy carpet of an empty room with a thud. One of the men snickered vilely as he started to unbuckle his belt. The thick smell of booze and body odor assaulted my senses. Despair washed over me like a dark, suffocating wave.

Sensory overload was something Vin dealt with on the daily, but that was nothing compared to what he was going through now. Vin couldn’t filter the noise anymore. At his side, Callie flinched and screamed with every bullet that hit the old metal of their borrowed truck. Outside, enemies yelled and fired their guns at them. Engines roared over the scratch of tires against the loose gravel, and each sound grated at Vin’s senses. He couldn’t think, and to top it all off, his thigh had started to hurt. Just his fucking luck.

My life with my niece has been a total endless cycle of pain. It was like we, her family members, sat in a cinema to watch her through the projector screen and how she went through an endless, slow, burning pain, and all we could do was stare, taking in the way she fell to the earth and rose again. It felt like we'd subscribe to an endless view of her being a sad child. When I think the chapters of Rose's book are almost drawing to a finish and coming to an end, the archenemy to my happiness; pain, keeps writing a new one.

She never let me touch them, not even once. Dad picked up a plate and smashed it on the floor. It shattered into pieces. Then, he picked up another. His face stayed blank as he repeated the motion mechanically. Every plate that broke sounded like a funeral bell ringing too late. It was the sound of this seemingly perfect family collapsing completely.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.