The Incredible Journey Novel Novels & Stories

It was a pivotal moment, a turning point in her journey. With a gentle turn of the key, the doors creaked open, revealing a glimpse of the world beyond—a world brimming with possibilities, untethered by Haider's possessiveness. Ameera took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of newfound freedom, and stepped through the threshold, her footsteps light and resolute. The beautiful palace of Jaipur stood witness to her escape, as Ameera embarked on a journey to rediscover herself, to reclaim her independence, and to carve her own path in a world where her heart could finally find solace.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

"A book can transport us to distant realms, introducing us to characters who become our confidants, even lovers, for a brief moment in time. What tale has captured your imagination, dear stranger?" Liam, caught off guard by Layla's profound observation, found himself charmed by her eloquence. "It's a novel by one of my favorite authors," he confessed, a hint of enthusiasm seeping into his words. "The protagonist embarks on a perilous journey, facing countless obstacles in search of his true purpose. It's a story that resonates deeply within me, as if the pages of my life mirror the trials and tribulations of this fictional hero."

“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

I have to do this. The gate automatically opened and I can't help myself in letting out a sigh when a long pathway welcomed me. Oh my, this is my first day here and I'm already having a hard time. I'm holding my baggage when I saw a middle-aged man walking towards me. I'm not really good at judging someone but by looking at his expression right now, he looks mean. Not until he says something. "It seems that you're having a hard time with your things, young lady. Come on, let me help you with that". When he smile after saying that, I knew that I'm in a safe place after all.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

The sun-set sky looked magnificent with flocks of birds making their journeys back to their nests. The Me I don’t want to be – this line kept doing intermittent rounds a night before our seventh date. Around half past nine, a shrill cry had pierced my eardrums, while I was thinking about Albert Edward Foreman. Somerset’s The Verger was my favourite from the Higher Secondary English text book. There were other good stories as well, but this one – The Verger – was sheer temptation. It was a beautifully crafted possible story. Yes there are possible stories, that you read and feel, ‘it’s quite possible’, and then there are those, you might end up falling in love with, but deep down, you know ‘i

On my way,I saw the mountain,it was a very huge one, I had never imagined to see one like it's height and might , nevertheless I had come that far and won't be going back. I climbed the mountain, with every atom of strength I had. Sleeping and resting on the way. I reached the top eventually and inside was the book I was looking for. I saw the book in a small corner glittering like a star of green dimes. I rushed without hesitating to take the book,....but …..

, he also tells his group out of excitement And soon after that they all set on an unknown journey from where it was almost impossible to come back but really unaware of their future they kept moving towards the location of the book where they will most probably get it And after travelling for almost four months they reached on the location where according to them they were about to get the book only unaware of what is about to happen next with them But they also got amazed when they come across the place which they thought will just be an abandoned location, and they will easily enter inside it because as soon as they reached the place they came across a huge gate which was made up of an un

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1