Split And Swallow Book Novels & Stories

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

She swallowed. Holy shit.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

"Astraea, it's still an opportunity. Maybe you should agree." Tears mixed with cold sweat as they slid down my face. I bit my lower lip and tasted blood. With a single, brutal kick, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. It slammed against the wall, splinters spraying everywhere. A voice thundered through the room—cold, furious, like a clap of lightning, wrapped in an implacable chill. "Who has the nerve to lay a hand on my Swan Queen?!"

Swallowed. But the damage was done.

He lifted his hand and reached the book placed above the podium, he closed the book and grabbed its hard cover that was made out of wood, before pulling it from its place. He started reading the book, he flipped through pages but couldn’t understand the language used. It looked ancient as it contained characters that were not part of the alphabet nor any language the continents used in both writing and speaking. But at the very last page was a map torn in half. It contained lines that led towards the Gluttire forest but its paths were not there, as he flipped the page the book suddenly dissolved right in front of him. He was shocked, confused and was speechless as he held tightly on the pape

hello all I just want to inform you that I by mistake got two new chapters mixed up with each other. and added chapter 20 before chapter 19. I fixed this and am only waiting for the editor to accept the changes. I apologize for the confusion also I read in some comments there was a bit of confusion about Aiden. for those who read the first book "the king and the rejected she-wolf" a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted.

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Hi guys! I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to let you know about an important update happening to Two Can Play soon. To help the book reach more readers and improve its overall performance, Two Can Play will be moving to a split-chapter format. This means the longer chapters will be divided into shorter ones. Please rest assured: the story itself will not change. Only the chapter format will. Here is how the different versions work and how to keep access to your purchased chapters:

We ate in stretches of silence broken by small, ordinary questions. “Pass the salt?” “Is this stale?” “Did you sleep at all last night?” It helped. The normalcy. No glowing light, no humming bond, just three people chewing and making faces at each other when the cheese turned out too sharp. Eventually, Ronan pushed his plate away and pulled a small leather-bound book from his belt. He laid it on the table between us. “What’s that?” I asked. “Anchor,” he said. “You two keep using the word. So I made one.”