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“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

He learns that I read romance novels and have a secret addiction to reality TV. "Really? You watch that stuff?" he asks, laughing. "Don't judge me. It's mindless and entertaining." "I'm not judging. I just never would have guessed." "There's a lot you don't know about me yet." "Good. I like learning new things about you." After breakfast, Richard sets me up in his home office with my laptop. The room is all dark wood and leather chairs, very masculine but comfortable. He leaves me alone to work and I lose myself in revisions and strategy notes.

“No name. No crown. Only vengeance.” “And when he walked, the earth stirred. The dead listened. And the tyrants felt fear for the first time.” “So I ask you, little one— Who rises when history forgets? Who dares when even gods stay silent? The answer will come. And when it does...” “The Rule will break.” *** “When kingdoms fall, the earth remembers. When tyrants rise, the wind listens. But when the forgotten return— The sky holds its breath.” --- Synopsis:

She froze for a second, staring up at me in confusion. I stated flatly, "You wanted 100 thousand dollars. You didn't even hesitate to forge evidence to extort that money from me. You were willing to destroy my job, my reputation, and my life. Do you actually think you've been wronged since the court has ordered you to pay 200 thousand dollars? "You are willing to get on your knees and plead with me because you don't want to go to prison. Did you ever consider what would have happened if your scheme had succeeded?

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

The Columbine were my favourite, I loved how the bright purple stood out from the long thick grass. I set my basket down and started to pick the array of flowers, looking only for the freshest ones. I took my time, basking in the peace and freeness I felt here. No king, no rules, no negativity, just me and the ever-growing colossal trees… well and the new guard who’s as still as a statue!

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.