The Ones That Got Away Book Romane & Geschichten

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

He ordered the maids to prepare breakfast for Erina, specifically requesting medium veal steaks, the first cranberries of the season juiced, and toast, getting particular with the doneness of the toast down to the second. Erina was a noble and elegant white wolf, after all, and it was only right for her to be very particular with things so that they would be done properly. After that, he went to the headquarters as usual, planning to read up on the reports that had come in from the trade centers at the borders. Seconds later, a document was placed on his desk. Larry looked at the document and frowned when he read the title. It said, "Application Form for Leaving the Pack."

“See you later, friend.” With that she was gone. Leaving me alone with my earlier abandoned mess. I couldn't even find it in me to argue with Calloway. Yes, he won, I was molesting him. I dared not look at his face as I packed all the books between us, stuffed them inmy bag along with the doughnuts and I was on my way to escape my shame. Without looking back

" I had no idea what Tristan was planning, but the more I heard his thoughts, the more uneasy I became. All I could do was stay on guard. That afternoon, the butler brought me a tailored suit and told me to accompany Valerie to a banquet that evening. By nightfall, the ballroom was alive with clinking glasses and lively conversation. Valerie entered with her arm linked through mine, instantly becoming the center of attention. People crowded around her to exchange greetings. I was never comfortable at events like this, so I used the excuse of going to the restroom and slipped away to a quieter corner, planning to sit down, grab something to eat, and rest for a bit. The moment I picked up a gl

Lucy sat there for a long time, staring at the empty chair across from her. Lucy packed her things and walked out of the library. The evening air was clear. She saw Adrian’s car waiting by the fountain, she didn't hesitate. She walked toward the car confidently even though she knew the night ahead would be a nightmare, but as she opened the car door, she felt the folded piece of paper with Jonathan's number in her palm.

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

The alert tones and Sadie's shouting blurred together, filling the car. Then the brakes hit. "Get out." Sadie threw the door open, came around to my side, and yanked me out by the arm. "Acting like you're better than us. Who do you think you are?" I didn't fight her. I stumbled, my knee slamming into the rough ground. Pain shot up my leg, and tears stung my eyes. But I was alive. This time, I was alive. Lillian got out right after and took my phone. She tapped through a few screens, changed the destination, and marked the trip complete. Then she held the phone up, smiling sweetly.

For a spring night, the breeze was freezing. Kevin thought he caught a motion from the corner of his eye and tripped to his feet from momentary excitement. Then squinting out into the distance, at the intersection, he saw them—some roughly dressed men coming out of dark corners. They sauntered towards him and seemed to be in no rush. “One, two, three, four, five,” he counted. “Six.” The corners of his mouth twitched up as he took his seat to wait for them. “Perfect.”

Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

I asked slightly in awe. “Heh, I had them flown in on my private jet.” “Marina Sands is warmer than Arcania. Make sure they stay warm so they don’t catch a cold.” “Understood!” Quentin chirped. That night, Justin’s attention was fully on Alice, so naturally, he did not care about the situation at the veterinary clinic. It was why I had asked Quentin to take all the rescues away that very evening. With them safely out of reach, there was no longer any need for me to pretend.