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the spirit mused then invited, "come over to the bookshelf. It's time we conducted a little research." Miranda rose her eyebrows in bewilderment and shook her head, "I guess." She sighed out, then she approached the bookshelf where the ghost started to point out which books Miranda needed to read. By the time Miranda sat at the small table, she had up to ten books piled on the wooden surface. "Now, let's start with The Legends of the Wolfe, then we'll read Creatures of the Moon, Myths Versus Facts, then we can go from there." The ghost coached.

I pursed my lips without a word as he sneered, “Right, I forgot. You can’t pay rent without a paycheck. What? Are you going to crawl your way back to the Suede Estate?” The System shrieked, “When has he ever shown up at the research department? He’s giving you an out. The whole thing about rent is his way of getting you to move back to his place. The guy’s making excuses because of his pride.” Exhaustion washed over me. It had been five years, and I was done. “Forget it.” The System and Patrick were caught off guard. “Just forget it. Since I went against company policy, I’ll resign.”

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Feet fast enough to blur, like his body was always just ahead of his thoughts. Too fast. Too reckless. Too goddamn young. Liam crossed his arms tighter, narrowing his eyes as Noah sprinted past the back line with a grin that didn’t belong here, not in this league, not on a rookie. “Watch the offside!” Liam barked, sharp and sudden. Noah barely turned his head. Just lifted a hand in a lazy, cocky little salute like he’d heard the command and decided it didn’t apply to him. Liam exhaled through his nose. He knew boys like that. He used to be one.

I lay Topaz down inside her litter box and went on to arrange her cage, clean it out, change the mat and replace her feeds, some nice pellets and dried shrubs, this animal would make me bankrupt soon. I had to make everything in my room chew proof else Topaz would have bitten and chewed all my favorite books, yeah I don't offer literature but I do love and read their recommended novels; pride and prejudice, Wuthering heights, castle of Otranto, Othello, I was a fan of old school works, heck a part of my room was a 1990s shrine. I let Topaz hop out of the litter box so I could empty it, I tied the waste up in a black trash bag and headed downstairs. I closed my eyes and inhaled briefly as the

The screen was active, displaying a countdown timer that was currently sitting at forty-two seconds. "The moment this timer hits zero, an automated script will release the complete, un-redacted archival files on every single legal anomaly, every offshore transaction, and every private liability your father ever committed directly to the public media networks," Vance barked, his face twisting into a mask of pure malice. "I will burn the Ambrose name to the absolute ground before my ship clears the harbor. Your infrastructure, your family wealth, your perfect legal standing—gone. In less than a minute."

They are filled with cheap, hollow decorative storage boxes meant to look like classic literature. I open one. Empty. I open another. Empty. I reach for a large, leather-bound fake book on the second shelf. As I pull it down, my wrist strains. It is heavy. I pop the cover of the fake book open, and tucked perfectly inside the hollowed-out velvet interior is a thick, black leather ledger. My heart drops into my stomach as I open the cover. It is filled with handwritten columns of initials, massive seven-figure dollar amounts, and what appear to be routing numbers for offshore accounts.

A lot of them weren't. I put my phone down on the library table. I looked at the book in front of me that I'd stopped reading. I thought about the documentary crew starting Monday. I thought about the cameras in the locker room and the film room and on the sideline. I thought about fourteen hundred people looking at a comment and deciding it was interesting and clicking reply. I thought about tomorrow evening and the whole evening and no team and no obligations. I thought about fourteen hundred becoming something larger by morning. I picked my phone back up.