The Rise Novel Novels & Stories

I wondered to myself why of all the female in this world I fall to her? Anyway, waking up to take care your special someone can be additional inspiration to get on your feet. I kissed her on the forehead and finally get up to call Leon and Cecile. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

I heard Roger finally speak with the crossbow on his hands. “Stop!” Roger warned the man loudly. “Give her to me.” The man’s low voice burrowed into my heart with his scent. Author’s POV Valentine was walking alone along the roadside of the Dead Forest the moonlight reflected on his body, revealing his long cyan hair that fluttered gently with the wind he was on his way back home when suddenly, “Hm…? Humans..” He noticed a group of cargos moving in a row along the bumpy road of the Dead Forest.

I'm still puzzled by all the questions in my head. I walk to Brenda's office. I need to find something that at least gives me a clue about the connection between me and that human. I look at the neatly arranged books on Brenda's shelf, and my gaze falls on an old book that I recall is her favorite. What I'm experiencing right now isn't that different from Brenda's situation. Her partner, who's a mix of human and wolf, is the one who brought about her resurrection. Although their relationship seems complicated now, as Rex seems to be growing resentful towards Brenda, I don't want to get too involved in their affairs.

"My dear Calla and Ethan, If you have found this latter, that means you are seeking for answers. From now on, you are going to find 15 more letters like this. All fifteen letters together will tell you the only way to defeat the Storm Riders. But you have to find the letters first. Each letter will take you to the people who need your help. You will receive fifteen letters to help some people. Each letter will take you to the next letter. You have to collect all the letters by the dark day. The day when the Sun will be dark and day will turn into night. The first thing you need to do is help the innocent girls who are bothered by a vampire, named Austin. He frightens people, harasses inno

For a moment, the mask of the Jager matriarch slipped, revealing the terrified woman beneath. "I will," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just... I just need more time, Aris. I will." “At this point, if you don't tell them, I will be forced to, not as a doctor but as a concerned friend” Aris asserted. He started wrapping the blood pressure cuff on her right arm. “Don't…I will tell them” “When?” “When the time is right” ★ RK Bookshop The bookshop smelled like old paper, fresh ink, and the quiet promise of a future. It was a satisfying, grounding scent. Ashley walked behind Anna, her footsteps light and tentative, as they scanned the shelves for the specific titles recommended by her

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Fifteen years later… “Ambroise enterprise had recently overpassed their greatest competitor in revenue, which makes—“ Before the newscaster continued, Alise had shut the television off. Every time she heard the word “Ambroise,” it didn’t sound good in her ears, or it was because she had to keep hiding the truth. An ordinary-looking girl who is the daughter of the richest and probably the most influential man on earth. Though she liked her simple life. At some point, she didn’t care about her parents. But there were times she would get jealous of other kids.

"I... I remember everything now, Nelson. When did I start changing? How did it all end up like this?" When did things start to go wrong? I could not recall. Perhaps it was when Alfred's name began cropping up more and more, or when he first showed up in her social media posts. However, none of that mattered then. They both got what was coming to them. Jennifer was crying, truly crying for the first time I could remember. So raw, so honest, so full of regret. It was too bad that tears could not rewrite the past. Maybe, just maybe, that waitress uniform she wore could become a permanent part of her.

he asked, his voice low and steady. Isabella met his gaze, feeling the burn of determination in her chest. “I was born ready.” --- The drive to the villa was filled with a quiet tension, the landscape outside blurring as they made their way to their destination. Isabella couldn’t help but wonder about the men and women they were about to face, the elite who lived lives intertwined with secrets, power, and corruption. How many of them had blood on their hands, hidden under expensive suits and glamorous facades? The villa came into view, perched on a hill overlooking the city. Its architecture was grand, classical, and imposing—a perfect reflection of the kind of people who held their meetings