One By One Novel Novels & Stories

This book has been through my entire life so it's special. I'm starting to feel awkward with the lady staring at me so I'm going to end it here. This is where I start a new life with the human baby, Adeline. And say goodbye to my sweet little werewolf baby, Veronica. I love you. Love, Abby x

What else could it be? The sleep didn’t come. I kicked the covers off and walked around the room. There wasn’t much in it. A small lamp, a bathroom, a shelf with a few books. I pulled one out and coughed slightly from the dust that came with it. “ ‘The Red One’ by Gracie Evans.” I hadn’t read this book before. It seemed interesting. Just as I was about to turn the first page, there was a heavy thud at my door. My heart sank into my chest, and I dropped the book. The thug came again, lighter this time, followed by the sound of muffled voices.

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

He'd never been normal - never ever, his hair colour and oddly long limbs were enough proof. Cwena who seemed to have lost a little of her frustration picked up the book. She rubbed its cover gently, expecting to see maybe a button that'll open the numb book when suddenly, the book slipped off her grasp and opened up, wide. But - it was - empty.

"Heya!! This is sadly the end of book one!! Yaay, or…you know, Booo! Lol. Book two will be titled: My last wish, still centred on Vivanna, but this time with more of the heroine, Daisy. It will be out after I catch my breath, and to be honest, I was debating ending book one elsewhere, so I may add a few chapters later, don’t worry, lol not of the flashback; part two of the flashback will come later. The additional chapters will be more of Vivanna in Envia with Kassian. Anyway, I’ll keep thinking about it until I include the chapters. >.< Though, for now, I will end book one here, then when I begin ‘My Last Wish’, I will have decided on what to do. I have received pretty awesome comments, an

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

“What was it that brought her steps so light that a smile was filling her face at this moment?” All these questions filled Joan's mind. Wherever he was saw the girl, he subconsciously continued to observe her. Everything the girl did, everything about her, seemed interesting for him and aroused curiosity. The feeling that was originally vague has now grown into a thrill. Joan self couldn't believe how this could happen. Even though this was only a one-sided impression. Three encounters with different impressions and nuances that only Joan was aware of.

Suddenly, Alex found himself in a dark room. He felt trapped because he had no clue where he was, how he got there, or where to head towards to leave the darkness. Still wondering all these, he saw a dim of light from afar, but the dim got brighter later on making it seem like it emanated from his front initially. He heard a voice echoes,"your people await you" several times, while still blinking his eyes from the glittering light which took him abacked because he didn't noticed that someone accompanied the light.

The area had no windows, and the walls were bare except for a couple of framed portraits, and bizarre tennis-ball-like dark spiders crawling everywhere. Diana saw the word “Fated One Welcome” at the hall, stitched in black thread-like on the wall presumably created by the spiders so she speculated they already knew who she was. Diana touched the satchel given to her by Cavin and sighed. The heirloom inside was nothing but an old codex, but when she touched it for the first time, it scorched her hands and suddenly it became something else, it was like a sword but not fully a sword. Like a cowboy whip but like a sword. With that confused thought, Diana jerked her head as if she wanted to laugh

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.