Still Standing Book Novels & Stories

“Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack. Never do that again. You’re crashing at my place because there’s no way I’m letting you stay here unsupervised.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm back🙂🙂 This is my early Christmas present to you guys. I know I was supposed to release book 3 of the WTAH series, but this book has been in the drafts since last year and I need a bit of a break from the series (book 3's ideas are all over the place and I'm still trying to sort through them). Anyway, this book is a standalone and a short story (the chapters might be short too). I know it already sounds off-putting but I promise it's interesting becau

Will she have the strength to withstand Martin’s betrayal? *This book is a stand-alone novel* Suggestions are welcome; if you have a lovely title for these two books, please do well to leave them in the comments section. Thank you.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

As it slowly came above the opening, the stand clicked into place and two wings opened up on each side before turning the entire stand to white marbled stone and with a flashing light, a thick gold book appeared . “No matter how many times I see that, it never fails to amaze me” Heather whispered reverently. Jon raised his head and walked to the dias, his steps quietly echoing. When he approaches the stand, the book opens itself and the pages start to flicker, opening to the page he needed. After reading the passage, he visabilly shakes, his throat working hard to swallow from the lump now growing. “What? What is it?” Heather whispered. She gasped when she saw Jon raise his head and look at

I swayed to my feet, filth clinging to me. Blood and dust slid down my temple like a savage tear. But I straightened my spine and walked toward the city gates, one step at a time. Two thoughts remained in my mind: Kael. From this day forward, we meet neither in life nor in death.

And damn them all to hell if they thought he was going to stay still. END OF BOOK ONE: CLAIMING HIS TREASURE

His authoritative voice made me look. “If you want a cup of coffee or a soda, ask me,” he pulled out his left hand and showed me a disposable cup of coffee. In bold letters, I saw ‘GABRIEL’S SECRETARY’. The handwriting looked messy, but attractive. I didn’t want to accept it, but I did anyway. “Salamat,” I said, almost trembling. Gabriel went away and I immediately went out of his office. I was about to enter the lift when I noticed Lance in front. He’s holding a can of soda, probably the one I ordered.

Mom and Elena rising together and applauding. Richard stood last. Slow. The coat unbuttoning. His clap heavy and deliberate. Something closer to acknowledgment. Seven people. Standing. In a basement bookstore in Portland. For a book about a bar and a boy and a sabotage and a hospital and a kitchen floor and a family that broke and rebuilt and held. The crowd drifted toward the signing table. I stepped off the podium. A woman stopped me – tired eyes, worn jacket, a fresh copy clutched in white-knuckled hands.

I can never unsee this, I just can’t believe that he would try to do this to a girl he claim that he loves. He is insane! That fact is for sure. But that is not an excuse for all the things he did today. I’m going to make him pay for this. I’ll make sure of that, glue can’t escape my wrath, not this this time. He has gone overboard this time. I counted four Russians standing around, keeping watch. There were some hostages huddled up in the corner, I guess that is why they are so bold. They think I won’t come in because of the hostages, they think I would turn away to save all those lives. As if?

"Let's check it out." Howard's brow creased as he rose and headed for the stairs, Shylah right on his heels. Meanwhile, just a short distance from the third-floor staircase, a tense standoff was unfolding between two factions: Selena's group and the Blood Leopard's crew. Selena and her close-guard were both nursing injuries, the marks of a recent skirmish. Two other men, dressed in black, lay still on the ground, barely hanging on to life. It seemed unlikely they would last much longer.