Peril Book Novels & Stories

Elena's eyelids opened and closed quickly. She was met with the familiar sight of her childhood bedroom. Its walls were painted a soft, creamy colour and the bed was giant. The flowery carpet was so soft. Big curtains hung from the windows like puffy white clouds. The room was filled with pretty things:shiny vases, and old books with fancy covers. Everything looked expensive and fancy. The grand castle-like mansion that was her family's home surrounded her in its warmth and comfort.

"Why are you having a bad trip?" He sighed. His hand fell on his side. I folded the book and laid it on my side. He watched me darkly. This is how to get the attention of a Rustov Melgarejo, huh? If that's the case, then I'm willing to get all your goddamn books. "I hope you just go straight to your house." "Why else?" I laughed bitterly. "No one's waiting for me there anyway." His mouth tightened but his expression also softened. He sighed deeply and set his things aside. It looks like he will continue doing that later.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

I just sighed and closed my eyes, thinking how ridiculous it might be if Astrid will find this out. "Stop thinking about it, bro. Better talk with Astrid about it after you have talked with Lia. And clear to her about you and Astrid, do not give her false hope." I nodded before I put my gray hoodie on and put the bookmark between the last pages I have read in the Bible, it was thick and have a vintage brown cover. Astrid challenged me to finish it within a year by reading it every day. And gladly that it was the third year and the third time I will finish the entire book after receiving it from her as a birthday present about three years from now.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

I've already gotten out of the car, now I have to continue, as I always say, "without fear of success." I approach like a panther looking for its prey, I just want to defend myself from the danger I'm running into. That's what this man provokes; fear, insecurities, disillusionment, and pain. "Gisela, my God, how nice to see you," he says with excitement, "uh... I was just passing by here because I want to talk to..."

For sure they will be implicated in Hazel's hatred for Lauren, and in that case they might lose their job. After she tidies up her bed, she lazily lays there. She touched the necklace she was wearing. In that necklace, there's a small gold ladybug pendant attached to it. At the back, there's an LK1015 character carved on it. The pendant wasn’t that big, but the characters' engrave was readable. Back then, she didn’t ask what’s the meaning behind those characters, but now, she's wondering about it. It was the only memory of her late mother. She always thinks that if only her mother had not died, they might still be happy now.

I wanted to know what was in that book, I needed to know what secrets it held. "Don't..." the fear was evident as you said that single word as my hands touched the book, the look in your eyes was heartbreaking. That brilliant scientist was no longer there, instead who I saw staring back at me was a frightened little boy who is being put to bed with the lights off for the first time. We had gone so far, Percival, it seemed unnatural to stop. Carefully, I lifted the book from the pedestal and your eyes widened with renewed horror. For a second it looked like you would flee, but you remained in place. Was it fear that kept you locked in place? Or was it the morbid curiosity that had initially f