Parallel Lines Book Novels & Stories

And everything fell apart. Text spiraled into chaos. Paragraphs rearranged like they’d been shoved through a blender. Sentences split mid-thought, fraying into half-formed words and symbols that made no sense. Webdings. Symbols instead of letters. Wingdings. Arrows. Skulls. A tiny plane. My fingers froze. What the hell? I clicked to another document. Same thing. Panic started small. Just a pinch in my gut. Then I opened my midterm essay. Gone. Or rather—there, but mangled. Whole sections missing. Arguments fragmented into dead-end tangents. Sentences rearranged to form gibberish. It read like someone had gutted it with dull scissors and sewn it back together with thread from a different lang

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"Oh, and some cottony-ish type of paper for my tutoring?" Moments later, with a well fed stomach and soft paper beneath his fingertips, he sat at the table, welcoming his tutor. An hour had passed. "So, how would you approach it?" "In order to find the first three terms for the polynomial equation, you must use Pascal's triangle based on the power given. In this case, row seven." "And if the other equation isn't parallel to the latter, the answer is..?" "Therefore correct, for parallel lines do not intersect, and have the same slopes. Be it perpendicular, only then can they intersect and form a ninety degree angle," Uriel elegantly finished his tutor's sentence, growing confident in his answ

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On the day I turned 22, a mysterious polling page suddenly appeared in our home. [Would you trade the life of Amelia Silverstone for Rosamund Silverstone, who survived in a parallel world?] My parents voted "Yes." They said I had only been born because my sister died in an accident. I owed her this. The poll then appeared on Caelan Jackman's phone. I held my breath as I watched my boyfriend. We had been together for five years. Rosamund had saved his life back then, but if he would just say "no," I felt like I would still have one last reason to hold on. After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke. "This is just a test. She saved my life. I have to help her." He chose "Yes." [All

A strip that I know very well showing two lines. My jaw drops as i realize what’s going on. . . TBC please leave a gem or a comment OR please leave a like or a review if you like this book so far

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.