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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 :)

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.

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.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

"Your whole face just did the thing." "There's no thing," I muttered, looking away. "There is absolutely a thing." I didn't have a defense for that, mostly because she wasn't wrong, and we both knew it. I sat there turning his name over in my head, both versions of it, Root and Rowan, waiting to see which one made my chest hurt worse, and hadn't landed on an answer when my phone buzzed against the sheets. We both looked down at it like it had spoken out loud.