Novel & Cerita The Cradle Book

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Mascara has spread under her eyes, making her look miserable at some point. She shows confusion at first but takes it from him out of courtesy. ** Let me introduce you first** He finally starts, ** I am Damien Crawley, 25 years old. Because of some accidents in my childhood, I have been unable to move around. Apart from this, I am quite capable of doing everything. ** He makes a humble expression while introducing himself. ** Right now, all I need is to marry someone. And I think you are more than what I deserve. So if you're willing-!**

Hey, Sweethearts!(^^) I'm back! Who've missed me and my daily notifications? Haha. So this is the announcement I promised to make last Friday. CRAVE is now out for your reading. There are currently three chapters available, and you can click on my author's icon to read or simply search for it. And while you're at that, please remember this is a new book and will be needing your support in terms of gems, comments and reviews. I hope you'll be willing to give that:-)

A dim light is standing only behind the wall covering half the width of the room. "Mom?" cries out loud, James. "Close the gate and all the windows," Elizabeth calls out loud as she walks out from the wall behind James. "Come here, Mom," James calls louder. "Stop whining, James...it's just dark," states Alicia. "She's right, James," Elizabeth walks forward, and a candle in her hand lights James's face. His light yellowish face turns darker in shade under candle light. A thick white line appears on his cheek followed by a thunderous sound from the sky.

Every decision. Every sacrifice. Every act of courage. Each became its own complete story. The First Reader watched in silence. "So this..." "...is where stories are truly born." The little girl shook her head. "No." "They're born in hearts." "This is only where they're remembered." Suddenly... the entire library shook. One shelf, far in the distance, collapsed with a deafening crash. Then another. A deep crack spread across the marble floor. The White Book snapped shut. For the first time since Adrian had found it...

The heavy journal slammed shut on the table as Dane and Ezra added the final lines in their final years. "This full story goes to the academy library today," Dane declared. Ezra looked at the thick pages with pride. "Every battle, every laugh, every quiet night. Our legacy for those who come after." Mira arrived first, excited. "The new leaders wait to receive it. But first tell us some pieces. We want to hear you two talk it through." Jaxson followed close behind. "This book will guide generations. Share the heart of it with us now."

No one moved. Not because we were afraid. Because after everything we'd been through... We had finally found it. I took one step forward. Then another. A breeze stirred the grass. Something white fluttered beneath the old tree. Not a bird. A ribbon. It had been tied around a cradle carved from oak. Empty. Inside the cradle lay one last thing. A small leather book. My name had been pressed into the cover in faded gold letters. ARIANA Before I could reach it...

she said. Jade looked at the book. Then at Dorothy. Dorothy waved a hand without looking up. "She'll grow into it," Dorothy said. Jade looked at the title. Looked at me. The title was something about a woman who had to choose between two versions of her life. I stared at it. Clara put it carefully in the bag she carried that contained, as far as anyone could tell, various important rocks and one very old crayon. Jade caught my eye.

Elona's POV I packed up my things because I was done writing the essay. I closed the book that I was writing in and I left it on the coffee table. Crislynn closed her book and then she packed it in her backpack. I was concerned about Mr Crane because I saw him read Crislynn’s essay and there was a shift in him. However, he knew that I saw.