Origin Novels & Stories

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

Having got some tips to utilize A****n better, I am still not sure if I am willing to use it. So, Arcana publishing site is still uncertain. Stay tuned to never miss an update 👇 Twitter @RJCrowns I*******m @rjcrowns Thanks, Enoch Olalere. The next day was predicted to be sunny so I just wore a doublet and trousers. It was not though. I don't know but I enjoyed watching the disappointed of the weather casters when rain fell instead of the hail they predicted. Perhaps God was showing them He did things the way He wants to.

Unknown: Hi. Me: Hello. Who is this? Unknown: Echo. My heart sped up in my chest, a sudden, frantic rhythm, and Damien sprang up on the bed, his body instantly alert, his eyes wide open. He looked around the room for the cause of my sudden panic, his gaze sweeping the corners, but when he saw none, he looked intently at me, his gaze searching. I showed him my phone, holding it up, letting him know it's nothing to be alarmed about, and he laid back down, his eyes trained on the ceiling, a silent guardian once more.

It's not like anyone would care about how he truly feels. He sighs and doesn't reply. " it's okay to say that you are not fine, " Oren says and jerks Ace shoulders, so he looks into his eyes. Ace's eyes are crammed to the brim with tears, a blink and it will rain. Oren's hard eyes soften, he pulls Ace in a crushing hug. It's warm. The hug is warm, it's Ace's first warm hug, a hug that he craved from his mother. He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks.

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I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.