Shantaram Novel Novels & Stories

"Is it so hard for you to just say thank you? If only I knew you would be saying that, I could have let that bullet hit you. I would even shoot you for the second time to watch you die in your own pool of blood, fucker." Shantala was no dense person. She knew that his words meant something and that any time, he would actually be the reason for her end. Still, she risked coming with him to that place, hoping to be able to save her sister. Arriving at the private resort of Hyperion, she saw men guarding the premises. It was no longer something new since the man she was with was a mafia and a boss at that. Plus, after the incident back in the airport, it was already no wonder why they would tig

He leaned forward and placed his chin on his hand, staring at her. “On a plane or traveling to another country?” she asked. “Both I guess.” He said while shrugging his shoulders. “Yes, this is my first time on a plane but it’s not my first time traveling.” One of the perks of being an assassin was the places you get to travel to complete your assignment. The only downside was you take what you got. Shawty had actually stayed in a rat infested cargo ship for a week without seeing daylight in order to kill a particularly elusive contract killer hiding in the congo. When she had arrived, she had been bitten several times but she still got her kill. Traveling first class was a luxury she could n

Santosh was working at shekhawat's place earlier but shekhawat threw him out after he was accused of fraud by one of his men, he caught cheating santosh on their gang. Later on, santosh was destroyed completely by shekhawat and his men as he used to inform the police about their place and plans. While running away from shekhawat he also smuggled drugs across the state and got addicted to drugs himself. He later on became so worse because of these drugs that he was half dead and almost had no soul and strength.

"She could have checked into a suite at the Grand Palazzo. She moved in here because she wants a front-row seat to my life. She wants to see if I’m as miserable as she is." Santiago disappeared into the bathroom to shower. Lanka sighed, shoving a wall of pillows down the center of the mattress. It was a pathetic defense, but it was all he had. By the time the water stopped running, Lanka was propped up, leafing through a leather-bound book he’d lifted from the Rivera Global Headquarters' private library. It was an old copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The Victorian prose was a slog, but it beat staring at the door waiting for a naked Santiago.

I step off the Suburban, board under my arm, crown pieces humming in my veins. Celeste (smiling): “Born ready.” We board. The plane lifts off to the sound of RASE still blaring from Remy’s phone. Shambhala is waiting. Let them kneel. We’re coming to collect. STEAM & SHADOW Book 4: The Mountains That Kneel Chapter 2 – Rude Awakening Monday, June 5, 2028 – Somewhere over the Himalayas The jet Rowan “borrowed” from Shambhala’s fleet is too quiet.

"The world has followed the Sterling saga closely. Your first book, The Debt, was a fictional exploration of financial secrets. Now, you’ve released The New Contract, a book about two people rebuilding their lives on total honesty. Is this simply a memoir disguised as fiction?" I smiled, meeting her gaze steadily. "Every writer draws from life, but this book is much broader than the Sterling saga. The New Contract is about the universal human need for genuine connection after experiencing profound betrayal. It’s about the work required to shift from a foundation built on lies to one built on absolute transparency."

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

Isabella's POV In a private clinic nestled at the foot of the Swiss Alps, I slowly opened my eyes. "Isabella?" A white-haired man sat by my bed, his eyes filled with tears. "Grandpa..." My voice was a faint whisper. "I'm alive." He squeezed my hand. "My child, you're finally awake." I looked out at the snow-capped mountains. "Where's Vincent?" "In a prison in Chicago," my grandfather said, handing me a newspaper.

The amber eyes seemed less mysterious now, more like a benevolent guardian watching over their new beginning. As they locked the apartment door behind them, Shantali felt a profound sense of satisfaction as the story reached its natural conclusion. Not the desperate need for more chapters, but the peaceful certainty that this particular tale had found its proper ending. Tomorrow, she would help Maria navigate her own crossroads. Next week, they would begin their new life together in earnest. Someday her novel would find its way to someone else who needed to read about choosing love over fear. But tonight, walking hand in hand with David through the autumn streets toward their shared future,

Now, she learned that the same woman was Nicole Lively all along, and everything was all a ploy; the moment she appeared in Evan's life and how she provoked her into becoming a paranoid wife! "Excuse me." Shantelle's lips trembled as she said, "I need to go to the ladies' room." "Shanty -" "Doctor Shant. I don't know how many times I have to remind you, Mister Thompson, but we are no longer married. Call me Doctor Shant," she said before leaving him and rushing to the restroom. In the bathroom, Shantelle locked herself in one cubicle. She repeatedly took deep breaths, trying to take it all in.