The Bourne Identity Book Series Novels & Stories

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

I used to be very tired but it was all erased because Jaxon and I were in the same bed. Maybe later what should have happened will happen. Because of what I thought I pinched myself weakly, because Lara influenced me I thought something dirty and weird today. I won’t let her influence me again. When I couldn't stand it anymore I turned to the left and saw Jaxon with eyeglasses and reading his favorite book again... Damn, no matter what he wears here, it really won't diminish his good looks. And then isn't he sleepy yet? I want to sleep but I can't because I can't believe that I'm sleeping next to him now.

All she wants is for him to be safe and he wants to help her. “I can’t stop myself. I want to help you, Charlotte. That’s why I got that video after many struggles and even I found his I*******m ID.” “You are in trouble, Jason. Please stay out of this. We can manage it,” Charlotte pleaded with him. “Wait, a second. Did you say you got his ID? Show it,” Caroline said with a curiousness to know about the threatener. “I will show you,” Jason ignored Charlotte and showed the ID on his phone. The ID is named mysterious_wickedman. No real name. But he’s followed, four people. That’s the four of them.

, he said. "I really appreciate all your efforts. So, what did you find?", Rita said. She was itching for information, anything at all that could help her unravel the mystery that seemed to be her life. "The message was sent from a burner phone that we traced from a pick'n'go shop downtown. The person who sold the phone her no idea who the buyer is", he said. "So that means, the identity of this person is still not known?", Rita asked. "I'm afraid yes but we're working on finding out who this person is", he said.

Justin said “What choice do I have? If I don’t read it, he would know that I didn’t read it! There is something in that diary that needs to be read by me. If it wasn’t necessary, he wouldn’t ask me to do it. That diary holds all of my mother’s secrets!” Damian said “And that is exactly why it is HER diary, Damian” Justin reminded him “He said my mother is not who I think she is. She is not who she seems to be” Damian said

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He said. Aunt Nancy pressed another button and the heartbeats were loud and clear on the mic. Dante looked at the screen like he was looking for something. He pointed to the screen when Twin B popped up. “So, that’s my wolf.” He said, pointing at Twin B. “Twin A is the pure human.” “Seen the heartbeat pumping, huh?” Dante asked, chuckling. “Hell yeah.” Dominic said. “That shit was beating fast.” Removing the camera from my belly, Aunt Nancy turned the machine off and looked at me.

Benson Michael Campo's killer remained elusive. I was working at my desk, going through all the clues we had amassed so far. Our two best suspects were Lenore Smithers and Sandra Jacobs. Lenore was a suspect simply because she tampered with evidence and tried to pin the murder on Natalia Jacobs. Sandra Jacobs was a suspect for several reasons. She had inserted herself into the investigation several times, coming in to give a statement when we hadn't asked her for one, was pretty suspicious. Secondly, she kept calling us as if she wanted information from us to see where we were going with the investigation. Both of those things usually meant someone had something they wanted to hide and was f

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s