Storylines Book Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

“This is an ancient word, translated over centuries but roughly means…war.” War?! Of everything in the world, it had to be the one thing she hated. Violence can never and will never be a part of her life or her child’s life. The instructor observed the cold, intensity behind her blue eyes and tried putting her mind at rest. “See…your markings extend further which says a lot more than we know.” “Where did you find these books?” Elira attempted to change the topic. The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m sorry, little one, you will forget what you saw and heard from when we came home last time. All this time you roamed the house and library, checked on your dress for tomorrow and now came here to look at sunrise before going to take a bath.” Her eyes fogged so it must have worked. You can never be sure when it comes to someone's mind. I shall go now. Lilith POV The sunrise was so beautiful. The rays dashing throw the thick forest crown one by one. Until the sun fully thrones above it. Well, tonight our kingdom’s fate may change. We are still to find whom the king chose. I shall rest. The night promises to be a long one. Going straight to the bath, I found it filled already with hot wate

I wanted to start my own family, support my parents in thier old age, be a faithful and loving wife. I'm still on my second stage the doctor said. She said I can be saved but, what's the use? If I'm fated to die, I will. What's the use of wasting lakhs of money? I sat beside my mother as she was listening Hadith(Islamic history). The Moulana was telling the Hadith of Prophet Ibrahim and his 1st wife Sarah.

“Real ethics isn’t clean. It’s messy. People get hurt. Lines get crossed.” Claire took a bigger sip than she meant to. The whiskey burned nice. “And what about when the person drawing the lines is the one who keeps blurring them?” The words landed heavy. Reid’s eyes flicked up to hers. The fire popped loud in the silence. Outside, the storm kicked up another notch. Wind howled. A branch cracked somewhere close. The lights flickered once, twice, then died completely. “Shit,” Reid muttered. He got up, found a couple candles and a flashlight. The room glowed soft and orange now. Just the two of them and the fire and the whiskey.

"How about next year?" "That's not going to work for me. I need the reader’s feedback and see how they like it so I'll know if I'm just wasting my time on this book series." "A book series? I thought you were working on a sequel." "Well, I have so much time in my hand since I am not working on anything aside from this book. So I have five storylines under this book that I'm playing on." "You're crazy. Slow down. Do something else?" Claire exclaimed.

Three times. Then I opened my notebook. Added a new line.Kael — what is he hiding about the past?**What does it have to do with me?** I slept with the knife under my pillow. And dreamed of fire.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

“He’s been lying, Emily. You need to get ahead of this. It’s not just about you anymore; it’s your family’s legacy.” “I can’t believe he would do this,” I whisper, feeling the tears threaten to spill. “He used my trust against me.” Claire reaches out, squeezing my hand. “We’re going to figure this out together. You’re not alone in this fight.” As we strategize, I feel a sense of empowerment growing within me. This time, I won’t let Nathan’s actions dictate my future. “Emily,” Claire starts, her voice teasing, “what about Adrian Blackwood?”

Her fingers clenched her sword harder, but for a split second, she dared to believe him. She had struggled alone for so long, the world weighing on her shoulders as she stood guard. But hearing Miyal's voice, seeing him now, as resolute as ever, a flame of hope ignited in her heart. Could he possibly rescue them? Could they reverse their fortunes together? A monstrous screech tore through the air, bringing her back to reality. The creatures surged, their twisted forms like dark shadows against the storm, but Krishna stood firm. Her voice was raw, but she shouted over the chaos, her words cutting through the air.