Ruth Heller Books Novels & Stories

It was nearly 5:30 PM according to the clock, and would soon be a new moon by the look of it. He perused the books in the case, briefly scanning their titles. There were some dusty World War II tomes below, most likely George’s, and several of Glee’s books on cooking and gardens—and where was she, anyhow? He saw volumes about ancient Egypt and the pharaohs, the construction of the pyramids and such, while the upper shelves were filled with political books, everything from Pat Buchanan to Arianna Huffington, William F. Buckley Jr. to Gore Vidal. One title caught Richard off guard and made him laugh aloud: On Politics and the Art of Acting, by the playwright Arthur Miller.

"Maybe..." My mind strays for a brief, dangerous second—back to the shimmering halls of the hotel, the intoxicating weight of the Hawthorne name, the terrifying pull of his golden eyes. So what if High Alpha Everett Hawthorne turned out to be a ruthless, untrustworthy male? If I guarded my heart and kept my distance, perhaps I could still claim a place in the city... Ping. Ping. Ping. The communication rune resting on the window sill flares with a harsh, bright crimson light, vibrating violently against the stone.

"You think he'll agree?" I raised an eyebrow, incredulous at her faith in Finn. "You've seen Money Heist, right? Hostages don't go anywhere until the last minute." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Cheryl, how many movies do you have stored in that brain of yours, fueling these wild beliefs? But hey, I'm glad you believe you'll make it out alive." She grinned. "You're the one who keeps bringing up movie references," I shot back, making her laugh again.

The girl now looked annoyed for being called at another name. “Oh, yeah. I apologize. My bad. It’s Ghada. I have almost forgotten about it since my big bro is a notorious playboy and I have encountered his countless girls with different names resulting in why my memory cannot just stick to one,” Rhian continued to exasperate the brunette. The latter almost rolled her eyes. “Oh? Is that so? Okay.” “Rhian, what are you both doing here?” Zack asked coldly and plainly glanced at me. “You know that sis Irryn and I do jogging every morning, and this time, I am in the mood to go here and to let her finally see this. One of our businesses. Your fitness gym.”

I cursed my own existence within the silent theater of my mind. A sharp wave of internal guilt began to compromise my system over the reality that my compliance had indirectly caused Roy to be branded with the reputation of a reckless playboy within the social register. Common sense dictated that I should have refrained from offering immediate, unyielding belief to Dita’s verbal testimonies. Had I withheld my rapid, scorched-earth evacuation and granted his position a structured negotiation, the probability was immense that Roy would have never redirected the volatility of his frustration into sleeping with a vast multitude of random women.

I miss him too like crazy. The next day,I was hungry. Since I can't trust myself with cooking,I asked Elijah to bring me food which he already did before I asked him. Having nothing to do other than pitying myself and cursing that brute,I explored the house a little. There are walls, furniture and nothing significant. His closet is larger than my previous bedroom. Behind the sumptuous and sophisticated fabrics, there is a door. I opened it just to find a hole. A hole? What is he,a rat? It is large enough to fit a person and crawl through it. I didn't dared to even see through it. It feels like a house of a serial killer now. What did he kept inside? Bodies? What kind of a man will have a ho

He always found a way. I slipped the file into my bag and walked faster toward my car. The night air felt heavier now. Adrian would be there. And I would be ready. --- Adrian’s POV The Valenti Royale Casino was the richest in the city. Golden lights lit up the huge building from outside. Inside, crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and sparkled like stars. The air felt thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the constant sound of spinning roulette wheels and rolling dice. Soft music mixed with loud laughter and the clink of glasses. Rich men in perfect suits and beautiful women in tight, shiny dresses moved everywhere. This was my world. My playground. My escape.

That made her a target. I stood and moved deeper into the shelves, running my fingers along the cracked spines. A book of lunar runes, its leather cover marked with silver filigree, caught my attention. Inside, sketches of crescent moons and unfamiliar sigils danced across the pages. Some had annotations in an old dialect, one my family rarely used. I whispered the translations under my breath: light woven into flesh, a daughter of tides, sought by shadow and flame. Each phrase was a riddle that offered no clear truth.

"I will talk to you later Ms Jane." Moving closer to Eve, Helen whispered. Always come to the dinning table, you're just a maid, nothing special." She said before leaving. Eve looked at the girl in anger. "Did she just call me a common maid" She thought while smirking. "I can't believe that crazy girl just compare me to herself." Ellie thought with a weird smile. "What are you doing staring like that? Get back toit." Ms Helen said, getting irritated. She sighed in frustration and sat down on a chair close to them.

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”