The Three Body Problem Novels & Stories

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

he asked shakily. Alice giggled gleefully and looked at Liam pitifully. "You're hilarious! There's a three-year age gap between me and Vanessa. Can't you tell us apart? "Or is your brain just not all there? Or perhaps you've known the truth all along but are too afraid to admit it? Are you doing this to try to hide the fact that you are a sc*mbag?" Alice seemed to have lost her mind. Right now, it seemed that she wanted to take everyone down with her.

As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.

CHAPTER 1: Lyra's POV “Drink up, everyone! Tonight, we toast to three years of absolute peace under our Alphas!” A loud cheer echoed through the massive courtyard as Beta Thomas raised his wooden mug high. The annual Alpha Gathering was finally here, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, heavy smoke, and the sharp, pine-and-earth aromas of hundreds of visiting wolves. Massive bonfires roared against the dark night sky, throwing orange light across the faces of allied Alphas, warriors, and elders who had traveled from all over the territory to renew their pacts.

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

"Besides, someone might hear you. It's a shame it might get to Diego." "Chill, girl! That's just a theory." "So? All right, continue with your 'what if'." "Okay!" Stephen sighed and then propped both elbows on the table and lowered himself. "What if Diego pursues you? What about Third?" Shen's eyes narrowed at what her friend said. Then she didn't know whether to laugh or be irritated with him. "What kind of theory is that? And you're now mentioning someone who's not here." "That's why it's called a theory!" Stephen snapped. "You know what, sometimes you're really useless to talk to. But in fairness it looks like Third's gifts will be coming again." He even giggled while opening the chocolat

" Oh double-shit fuck! We are weeks instead of months away from The Black Death! I tune out the rest of the King's speech, needing to begin devising a plan to avoid the upcoming catastrophe!

"You've inhaled so much Midnight Bloom today. I'll take you to see the alchemist myself." Before she could react, he used his power to freeze her and the vial in place. Isabella closed her eyes in despair, knowing she was utterly doomed. In the dead of night, the hum of machinery in the Kindred's underground laboratory was suffocating. The chief alchemist stared at the data on the holographic display, his brow furrowed. "Your Highness, this is highly unusual. There is no sign of any adverse reaction to Midnight Bloom in Miss Isabella's blood."

She snapped, "Daisy, how dare you win first place? You obviously copied Hazel's work!" Neither Daisy nor I understood what was happening. Behind Faye were judges and curious onlookers. The spectators scrutinized Daisy. "Ms. Snyder is the famous international mystery artist AH. If she says Daisy copied, then Daisy definitely copied." Daisy and I froze, completely lost on what she was talking about. Behind Faye came several judges and a small crowd of onlookers, eager to see the drama unfold. Whispers started immediately, with someone saying, "Ms. Snyder is AH—the famous international mystery artist. If she says Daisy copied, then it must be true."

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t