Novel & Cerita Shelved

He’s square-shouldered, careful-handed, and, until this week, reliable. Inside the south shed, crates are stacked shoulder-high, lids chalked with the tidy block letters of quartermasters. I pry one open with my knife. Arrowheads nested in straw. The next, smoked venison. The third, a jumble of snow-stiff rope. I lift one coil and catch the sour ghost of something chemical clinging to the inside plank. The resin was in here. It isn’t now. Orrin shifts. “The runners must have-” “Must have what?” I ask mildly.

With a renewed resolve, she swims back down to her chamber. Her eyes fall upon the journal once again, and without further hesitation, she carefully places it inside a bag woven with beaded pearls. It is a treasured possession, passed down through generations and adorned with the craftsmanship of her people. Selena knows that within its protective embrace, the journal's secrets will remain safe for now.

The type of safe that you only see on TV. “I’m so impressed. This is really cool.” Bellamy shows me how to open the safe and gives me the code. Most of what is in it is random paperwork, but there are a few other items, jewellery, weird looking artefacts. I ask about them and Bellamy explains that most of the Shifter’s spelled or confiscated items are kept here. Most of them aren’t really all that useful. He also keeps paperwork, proof of ownership and the important documentation for the many businesses the Shifters are involved in. I carefully place the potion in a little empty corner, pushing it back to make sure that it’ll be safe and won’t tip out or anything when the safe door gets open

Reset before 18:00 to preserve safehouse. We wrote it twice. Nyra wrote a third copy with fewer words, just signposts: KEY—CIRCLE—SUNWHEEL—FOUR-NOTCHES. JOURNAL—C. STAFF—VAULT TWO. SHARDS—NIGHT ONLY. She taped it to the underside of the table with wax and a charm that would make the wood pretend it had always been like that. Thalia lifted the hearthstone and slid another copy beneath. Elias burned a fourth onto the back of the chair with a heated nail, the letters thin in the grain, not easily seen unless you were looking for them.

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

Since Riley was doing well in school, she had no problem with taking the day off. She hadn't been sleeping well. She felt tired and paranoid when she should have felt energized and excited. The last two nights, she even felt like there was someone watching her from a distance. She would look outside , peaking from behind her blinds, but couldn't tell where they were hiding. She would toss and turn all night dreaming of nothing but an endless void. Even Ava didn't want to come out and talk. Was there something wrong with her wolf? This was not what she pictured.

He had nothing to put his shingle on. The deposits were made from a numbered account and had no name associated with it. As I looked at the papers Elizabeth had pulled, I realized it was a private offshore bank account. Those accounts were nearly impossible to track. I sat back in my chair and considered what this meant. The Alpha had clearly been involved in something suspicious. “Did you happen to track how far back the money went to being deposited?” I asked her. She looked back at the oldest document … she rhymes off the date. “That would roughly be the date your aunt and uncle moved you here,” I say quietly to her.

I nervously change the subject. "Oh, we can't because Hudson has the DVD player but I can try with my laptop." She stands up and gets her laptop from her closet. As she tries to connect her laptop with the internet it doesn't work. Meredith tries to put on a DVD in it but it doesn't play. Well, no movie night for me then. "I'm sorry. It doesn't work." She apologizes. I remember putting my After books in my bags before I left home so I think I'm going to ease my mind with this.

Well, I haven't heard from him since last night. "Was it that bad?" "Well, I couldn't stand her being so judgemental." "How are you feeling?" "Numb" "You should get some rest. You don't have any work today, do you?" "No, I don't" "Okay, I'm free for the day too. Go get dressed, we are going out." "I don't have a say in this, do I?" "Certainly not, she said and wave her hand in dismiss." I open the fridge to see what I can eat but lost appetite immediately after seeing the nonsense peace store inside.

He breaks the lock on his drawer and starts going through the files “What are you doing” Shane ask. He is standing by the door “I-ugh” clears his throat “I'm looking for something” “What are you looking for in my chambers, Ken?” “Nothing” he retorts. He bumps his shoulder on his way out of his chambers *******