Once And Again Book Novels & Stories

Dear reader, Thank you so much for purchasing and taking the time to read my book, ‘The Accidental Wife’ I truly hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I did writing it. If you loved this story and you want to know more about Shayla and Coles journey, be sure to check out the sequel, Love me Again.

William delivered his heartfelt speech, thanking everyone's presence and addressing as well his vision for the company. The tables soon overflowed with an array of delicious food and flowing champagne. The air filled with laughter and chatter as the guests indulged in the culinary delights. However, Denise felt uneasy again. She inhaled deeply, her senses on high alert. And then, she caught it again— the same scent that had startled her earlier. Now it seemed to be swirling around her, sending shivers down her spine. She stood up wanting to calm herself but as she moved towards the ladies' room, she accidentally bumped into someone and the glass of wine slipped from her hand. The crystal sha

Her smile slightly widened bringing out her phone. At least look on the bright side, she knows the author is a female. With this thought and sudden love for the book, Rosella immediately began to search on the novel related app for this particular author to see if she had written any other book asides Contractual Marriage, she was about to tap on something when her gaze suddenly landed on Kingston.

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

The book is the visibility of what was already there. Don wrote in his journal that night. He wrote: The third book is complete. Eighteen years of the arrangement. Three books. The three books are not three separate arguments. The three books are one argument in three movements. The Inside Account: what the accumulation produced in me. The Ground Keeps: what the accumulation produced in the estate. The Emergent World: what the accumulation produced between us.

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

A faint tremor passed through her body as the sigil pulsed again. “You think he will choose you?” she asked suddenly. “I don’t want him forced,” I replied. “Choice,” she echoed faintly. “You speak of choice as if it has ever belonged to women like us.” The words lingered. Sharp. True. She shifted again, reaching beneath her pillow with trembling fingers. I noticed too late. A small obsidian disk gleamed in her hand—etched with unfamiliar runes. Communication stone. Old magic. Not sanctioned by the Council. She met my gaze deliberately as she pressed her thumb to its surface.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes again? I brought you a strawberry cake." The words were painfully familiar, just as they were three years ago. Jonathan had always liked buying me strawberry cake, and I'd always thrown myself into his arms like this, telling him how much I'd missed him all day. "John, I missed you so much." The words caught him off guard, and his expression froze for a moment, as if he'd slipped into a brief daze. Then, his gaze landed on the scar on my face, and clarity returned instantly. I noticed the change and felt a flicker of mockery surface in my eyes.

Nicole followed him but she never sit down beside the man she doesn't know. She rolled up her eyes while looking at the man. "I mean, who are you? Why I can't control you?" she said. "I am Nathan," Nathan replied and winked at her. Her head boiled up. This man is getting on her nerves. "Just tell me who are you!" Nicole shouted that making the people around look at them. "Don't shout and make a scandalous scene here. I had a reputation," Nathan said jokingly. Nicole rolled up her eyes again. She knew that this is just a dream. This is her dream. So no one will know that she's scandalous.

"Thank you! I swear I won't let you down!" When Celia learned that Jake and I had reconciled, she frowned and said, "Don't you think that decision is a little whimsical? He's a scumbag!" "I gave him a month to put himself in order. I might consider giving us another chance if he demonstrates his commitment." Celia was about to protest again when Cedric persuaded her out of it.