Second Hand Kindles Novels & Stories

Mia The ring settles on my finger like it belongs there. Like it always has. It's warm. It's alive. It's steady. I stare at it for a moment longer than I mean to, watching how it catches the firelight. Gold melting into silver, into something softer, something almost… breathing. Then Frynn’s hand closes over mine. Brynn’s follows. Three hands. One pulse and just like that, the tension breaks. “Now…” the Old One says, his voice carrying just enough authority to quiet the space for a heartbeat. Then, louder, almost amused… “let us make merry.”

I almost shouted at her. "Shhhh, don't shout. I turned off the second call indication as it was getting annoying when we talk." she said. "Are you for real? Second call intimation is invented to let you know that there is someone else trying to talk to you." I said. "Pch, I know, de. Stop taking classes. Ok tell me, what now?" She asked me, pulling me to her and making me sit beside her. "Mom was talking about an alliance to me, right? It looks like our horoscopes match perfectly." I told her.

Would the true Ying Xue’s nature one day resurface in her? But most importantly, would Jing Yue take her for who she was, rather than who she wasn’t? In fourteen hours, Sunday would be over, and it would be time for her to face her new challenges. Regardless if Jing Yue liked her or not, she would have to continue living her life. Her life didn’t revolve around love or the unanswered questions in her mind. Looking at the blank smartphone screen on the coffee table, she seized it and dialled that commonly-called number in her favourite list. She had configured it as number 2 on her speed dial list. It took her six rings before he finally answered. She felt instantaneous relief hearing his voi

“I’ll keep you safe, Amaliah. No matter what.” Later that night, when the house had gone still and the world outside lay quiet in slumber, Amaliah stood by the window, fingers absentmindedly brushing the pendant that hung over her heart. She unclasped it slowly, letting The Eternal Glow fall into her palm. Moonlight spilled across its surface, the golden sun emblem catching the faint light and scattering it in delicate reflections across the room—like fragments of warmth breaking through the stillness. She turned it over, her gaze lingering on the engraved words: Even in the dark, you're my light.

My acquaintance asked whether I wished to attend the funeral, and I thought for a moment before I sent a modest sum for the funeral expenses. The past drifted away like smoke; I did not look back, nor did I wish to linger on it. Kenneth cooed and pointed at the windowsill, where a golden shaft of sunlight poured in, brilliant and infinite.

Both her hands on top of the babies as they adjust themselves on top of her doing skin-to-skin contact. “You are amazing” - I say kissing the top of her head Julia looks at me and smiles. I couldn’t be happier with my little family. We have amazing twin sons. We took over the pack and we are still looking out for James but he will show up eventually. He can’t hide forever. I know he will show up eventually. Julia kisses the top of our baby's heads and closes her eyes. She is exhausted and I look at them appreciating my SECOND CHANCE in life. THE END

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" Perth said. " It's a baby girl of two years." She replied. " Just two years." Perth said," Give me some idea, what should i purchase for such a little angel?" Perth asked strangely. " Anything which you will like there in the shop." She said and went back to her room to bring money to give him.

Five Years Later The city looks different from the eighteenth floor. Through the large living room window of my apartment, the skyscrapers jut upward like giant shards of metal randomly stabbed into the earth. The sky is a bluish orange. The last light of the afternoon hits the glass, casting a faint reflection of my face.