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

I answered him and I know that he doesn't know what that means. "Lepto—what?" "That's a skin disease that gets in the flood," I answered him and put the book in its holder. "You know that?" "I will heal." "But why did I just hear about that now?" "Why, have you gone to the flood?" "Not yet." "That's why you don't know because you haven't had it yet," I answered him and left the shelves and went back to the table because I knew he wouldn't stop talking. Even more, I don't want us to talk outside where many people will hear.

I hung up the phone and waited anxiously, watching the clock on the wall. Exactly 10 minutes later, a sleek black sports car pulled up outside the store. Denver was behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the area until they landed on me. He smiled and nodded, and I quickly grabbed my things and ran out to the car. As I slid into the passenger seat, Denver raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked again, his eyes sparkling with concern. I took a deep breath and launched into the story of my encounter with the mysterious man at the mansion. Denver listened intently, his expression growing more and more serious.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Ava The Las Vegas Book Festival was held in a sprawling park just off the strip. Tents stretched across the grass, white canopies flapping in the desert wind. Authors milled about, clutching coffee cups and clutching their nerves. Readers wandered between booths, arms loaded with books, faces bright with excitement. I was scheduled to speak at 2 PM on the main stage. My talk went well. Better than well. The crowd was warm, engaged, full of questions about forgiveness and healing and the stories that save us. I read from my novel—the passage about Elena learning to be alone—and watched as people wiped their eyes.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: "Guilty secret. " //Chandra Margaret// Talking to Christian isn't that bad. Knowing that we actually kinda have the same interest with books. "What did you do at the back?" Seah curiously ask. I shake my head. "Nothing. I found the book that I wanted to re-read."

I would need a warm shower, some food and some alcohol to talk to call my brother and have a chat with Aiden. Access the entire book + more books + bonus content on P*****n (p*****n.com/mahimistry)

Mrs Smith smilingly uttered which made Samantha halt in her reading and glanced at Andrea and Lori. The two also glanced at her meaningfully before they shifted their stares on their teacher. At the Library, Albert effortlessly lifted his hand on the top shelf on the 3rd row by the window getting a new book. The signage displayed 'Public Speaking' 'Communications' and 'Psychology'. "Speak Like A Pro!" he mumbled while flipping the pages in a haste. When he was satisfied with the book he chose, he put them on the counter and showed his ID. The lady Librarian checked it and smilingly gave the book back to him.

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

“And you think dust is the goal?” “No,” she said. “Stability is.” He absorbed that quietly. Then he set his bag down. “I really can’t leave you here” She blinked. “I’ve tried to let you go but I can’t seem to do it .” Her lips twitched despite herself. “Sounds so sweet.” “It is.” He took another step. “There’s a bookstore across the street. A café that burns their croissants but makes perfect coffee. Musicians on the corner every Friday night.”