The Enigmatic Return Novel Novels & Stories

"Holy smokes, is Joyce actually the victim here?" "It's chilling, to think you've raised a son for three years, watched him grow, only to discover he's not your flesh and blood." "So they really did kill for the insurance money? But why was it Brian, who's related by blood, who ended up dead? That doesn't add up." That got my mother-in-law's energy back up. She snapped, "What does it matter if Brian is my son? You think that gives you the right to kill him?" "But what if Brian didn't have an allergy?" Her eyes bulged as I let a sly smile play across my lips.

The phone call went dead instantly. The lovemaking noises behind the door stopped as well. The classroom was dimly lit. The air reeked of alcohol mixed with something foul, making my stomach churn. My wife, Sandra Wren, stood in front of me wearing nothing but a slip dress, guilt written all over her face. The other man was barely dressed. He sat on the couch arrogantly, looking at me with a smug and mocking gaze. It was Kian Yale, Sandra's childhood sweetheart. On the surface, he ran a glamorous bar. In reality, it operated in the gray.

She stares at the space where the vision appeared, and her fingers tighten around the Chain of Return, and she understands that she has brought something back with her that is not meant for the living world. The realm is watching. And it is waiting for her to come back. The monitor beside her bed flatlines for one impossible second, a single, silent moment of death, and then kicks back to life with a jolt that makes the nurse jump and the doctor swear and Eva cry out in terror. Eliana does not react. She only stares at the ceiling, her hand on the necklace, her jaw set, her eyes wide with the terrible knowledge of what must come next. She has returned. But the work is not finished.

The Return Bella's POV “Are you completely sure about this, Isabella?” Elena’s voice came out very calm, but I could tell she was worried, or rather nervous. “Once you go ahead and step into that room, be rest assured there’s no turning back. They’ll all see you. They’ll be aware that you’ve returned.”

images began to appear. Not memories. The future. Cities swallowed by endless pages. Stars turning into words. Entire galaxies collapsing into unwritten books. Then one final vision emerged. A figure sat upon a throne made from broken stories. Its face remained hidden. But in its hand... was Adrian's pen. The room trembled. The notebook began writing without anyone touching it. The Author has returned. Another line followed. Now the Reader must choose. Adrian frowned. "The Reader?" Before anyone could answer... a faint sound echoed outside the room.

Jason asked. "Yes, I miss you every day." Black Boy nodded honestly. Jason touched his pocket and then showed a shy look. "I’m sorry, I didn't bring you a gift." Jason said awkwardly. Seeing this scene, Gemma smiled sweetly. "Your return is the biggest gift." Gemma muttered in her heart. Since he came back, it was sunny. The strong woman who had never bowed to anyone in the past few years finally realized that she could not leave this man.

I was staring at the peach dark forest blankly while I was murmuring again and again, “Rebeca where are you? I need you the most, right now.” I couldn't manage to contact Rebeca since I returned from Granny’s house. I tried, again and again, to summon her like before but that time, for some reason she didn't appear like always. Lots of questions and fears were crowding inside my mind. I didn’t notice how the night ended so fast. A strange red-eyed insect caught my attention as it was flying in front of the window, then only I noticed it was already daytime. A dim light like yesterday started reflecting from the grey sky. I saw a few strange looking birds were flying here and there. They all

Hello Guys!!! ❤️❤️💜 That is the end of Ramon and Camilla. Sorry the updates were so slow but I took a lot of time working on this book. Hope you all loved reading the first book and the sequel. Thank-you for reading both the two books, 60 Days and The Return. I can't thank you enough for the reads and support you have shown. I have a new book coming up soon, TAMING TERRA. Please check it out. I will be posting it soon on goodnovel, the edited version.

Everything he is doing is getting me closer to the edge. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I ask in between gasps. I really don’t want this to stop, but I need to have a taste of him. He chuckles and stops sucking before replying. “Don’t worry about me, የእኔ የበረዶ ንግስት. I just want to give you a good time,” He responds before continuing. I bite my lip and shiver at his use of a foreign language. I don’t know why but hearing his mother tongue is hot. I have always given a man oral sex, so it’s nice to not feel obligated. This is the first man that I've been with who isn’t thinking about himself. I feel myself tremble as I reach my orgasm. I am about to cum, but then he stops.

Even the loneliness I used to feel when missing my parents—who had left me since I was a child out of their own selfishness—was gone since David arrived. However, that tranquility was disturbed when the crowd near the rose gate suddenly became rowdy. Hurried footsteps broke the harmony of the classical music echoing from the garden corner. A woman stepped in, parting the crowd with a boldness that seemed out of place. She wasn't wearing white. The woman wore a flame-red silk dress, as if bringing an omen that clashed with the current warmth. She quickened her pace, half-running. And as she drew closer, my heart stopped for a beat. That face... a face I hadn't seen for two years since she cut