روايات وقصص ضمن The Last Days Of Ptolemy Grey Novel

“That is all. Please take your leave.” The knight rose, and the glint of sunlight illuminated his rugged ginger locks. As he walked away, I walked to the length of books across my wall, shelving the documents in folders I had Shareef organize before. The mirror on the wall caught my eye, and I looked away from the man, who stared back. A haze surrounded me in an ominous cloak of black and purple. Who am I to talk about cleanliness. I flicked a speck of dust. When my maimed soul is decaying to rot? I walked towards Shareef’s retreating body.

The conversation had died it seemed. “And where was Leo last night?” he finally asked after he had some coffee in him. “The two of you really don’t talk anymore, do you? I thought you told each other everything.” She scrubbed a plate roughly with a scouring pad, the water so hot it turned her hands red almost instantly. It burned. But she welcomed the pain this morning. “There’s no reason to be contrary. It was a simple question.” Oh, there was plenty reasons to be contrary indeed. Grayson had shoved her out of his life yet again. He’d made a deal with a devil that endangered them all. He’d gotten very fucking cozy last night with the woman who'd tried to have him murdered.

The perfect grey shade to my dark persona. "We'll stay by each other's side, always and forever" she whispers. We rest our foreheads together, "Always and forever" I promise, keeping her close to me. __________________ THE END! This book has finally ended after a long hiatus. Thank you everyone who waited patiently for the epilogue. Thank you for giving my book a chance, I appreciate each and every reader. Till we meet with a new book, bub bye! ♥️❤️ Moniba

The last thing I remember was that I managed to fall asleep due to the little willpower I had left. I lay on the floor like a weak fool because of the anemia I had developed from eating so little. From one moment to the next I hear the door move, the heavy metal begins to move and the door opens, Victor comes out of the place full of blood, carrying only one pair of pants, his eyes are full of blood. He turns his gaze to me and is filled with panic. "What are you doing here!" He yells at me in alteration. I fall silent as I get a sense of how terrifying he can look.

AUTHOR'S NOTE The Last Days At Reekfield's is a highschool romance/action/adventure series. It has six books in it. My aim of writing this series is to enable my readers experience their highschool days from a different angle; be it bad, average, good or what have you, and as you read, remember to indicate your predictions for the second book in the series in the comments/ratings section. The Last Days At Reekfield's is a series that is completely incomparable, given the perfect blend of love with studies, mysteries - which must be unfolded - and adventures.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

“That’s not important. We won the battle, killed over a thousand Syndicates, and the war is over…for now.” “For now,” Grey repeated. He was about to say something else when his eyes widened in shock. Taking me off guard, he rushed to my side and tackled me to the ground. “Grey! What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled, struggling against his weight on top of me. A sharp, intense pain shot through my stomach. “What the hell!?” I screamed, trying to push Grey off me. But then I saw it—a poisoned dagger had pierced Grey's chest and crossed over to my spine.

34 The Last Recital Kaitlyn As the phone died from the call, the one thing that I never thought I would hear again—the one thing, that I thought I could forget about—reared its ugly head again, in the most prolific, as well toxic way imaginable. She was really trying to sink her dagger into my life, rip out my heart and kill me whichever way was most convenient to her. And while I knew that her other minions believed that I had died from the blast—Elizabeth was smarter person altogether.

he responded. “I miss hearing the sound of a gun,” I heard Grey say beside me. We are now walking toward our cars and waiting for the building to become ash in front of our naked eyes. I leaned my back on my black sports car, and put my hands above my chest. Grey is one of the newest recruits in our group but I trusted him more than any senior members in our group. I found him in an unwanted situation and he begged for his life to be saved so I did. I watched the fire eat the whole place and how the fire lit up the dark place. We're in the middle of a forest. I close my eyes as I felt the warm atmosphere coming from the fire of an abandoned building. May the secrets he knew burned together w

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)