One Stop Book Novels & Stories

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

At night, Jack stood at the bedroom door and stared at me. I was sitting on the bed, lost in thought. He called my name softly, "Shannon, are you… okay?" I looked up slowly. Then, I muttered feebly, "I'm fine." Seeing him hesitating, I forced a bitter smile. "Jack, I've thought it over. Instead of looking for someone else, why don't we pick Rhea to be the surrogate? We need to have a conscience and stop dragging innocent people into this mess. Think of it as building good karma for the sake of our child."

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

Now, this little sunflower pierced his heart like a dagger. Chad took the USB drive and plugged it into a computer. It contained not only the complete incriminating document sufficient to clear Timothy's name, but also an audio recording titled ‘Final Farewell’. Chad hovered over the play button on the screen, hesitant to press it. Timothy’s soul seemed to drain from him as he pleaded hoarsely, "Open it." Chad glanced at him and pressed play. My voice, weak and tinged with a smile, came from the speaker.

When we asked around at the hotels near the tourist area, we learned that almost everything was already fully booked. There was only one room left. Shanine immediately became unhappy. "Just book it. If we wait any longer, even that will be gone!" After listening to her complain all day, my mood for sightseeing had nearly vanished. Thankfully, Phoebe was much more understanding. "Richard, it's okay if we squeeze in together for one night." Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind, and I immediately booked the room. "Finally! We can rest now," she said with a sigh.

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Not forgetting my backpack l take out a formal attire and l hurriedly change into it removing my boots wearing heels as l charge at my target. Entering the building brought some kind of uneasy feeling that everything might not go the way as l planned. I take a seat at the reception seeing some of the participants cry as they leave the room. I take out my resume as l look at my false details everything was made up thanks to Hozumi's help. She had been lending me some help for the past three months. "Next is Shizuku Kenba" "I am here" "Come this way."