The Underground Railroad: A Novel Novels & Stories

I get there and see Hayden's on the counter passed out drunk. Today is Dylan's off day so i can't ask him to help me.Just my luck Dang it.How am i going to get this hunk of a man on my motorbike?. Since clearly i need help so i called Kayla back. "Kay,i'm with Hayden.Can you call Jack and come to the underground.You can't come alone alright." "Okay wait a second,we'll be there in 10 minutes"She said with some clacking noises in the background. After ten minutes with a drunk Hayden who's passed out and might i add,is on my arm.Does he not know how heavy he is.My arm feels like it's about to fall off.

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.

I remembered when I was sitting there on the couch inside the living room of the mansion; walking on the passageway to the library, reading novels, playing with people around, and many others. If I could survive the ordeal, I would never dream for anything again, I would be contented from anything I have, like those people who didn't had what I have, but though they were poor, they didn't assume for anything. They were contented of what they had and of what they could get. I also wanted to be the same with those people, because they weren't pursued by danger and living a simple life.

His passion for the collection was infectious, and Ashley was captivated by his tales. As they explored further, Ashley marveled at the hidden gems she discovered on each shelf, from antique tomes on philosophy to modern classics. The vastness of the underground library was a world of its own. Her mind was a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts, each one pushing her to explore further. As Mr. Louis continued to guide Ashley through the massive underground library, they arrived at a section that sent shivers of excitement down her spine. It was a section of the library dedicated entirely to novels, a vast treasure trove of fiction from around the world.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

“No... no, no…” Panic clawed at my throat as I tore through the room, my trembling hands checking behind the crib, the closet anywhere, everywhere. She was gone. I stumbled back, my vision blurring with tears. My baby, my little girl was gone. And then my phone buzzed. I grabbed it from the nightstand, my heart hammering, and froze when I saw the message. Unknown Number: If you ever want to see your baby again, come to the old warehouse off Eastbridge Road. Come alone, Lila. No police. No Drew. Or you will never see her again.

Less fractured. This war was no longer about territory. It was about corruption versus connection. Hatred versus rebirth. And I wasn’t sure which side I was truly on anymore. The trees groaned around me as I slipped away into the dark, back toward the corrupted altar where the master waited beneath the roots. But even as I ran, part of me stayed — clinging to the firelight below, to the promise of something unbroken, to the scent of Elena Blackthorne and the heartbeat of her unborn child.

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

He needed me to keep quiet and play along but I would have preferred another method of passing his signal, I dunno maybe like a wink? “Alejandro,” Miguel answered while I avoided the godfather's stare, “ my personal errand boy.” I rolled my eyes immediately the godfather looked away, satisfied with Miguel's answer . “ha ha, funny” I muttered under my breath, “real funny.” In the process something caught my eyes at the corner, “what is that?” I asked, pointing at the huge aquarium at the corner with a man tied hands and legs in it. “Oh, that?” The godfather chuckled, “it's just a safety measure against snoopers. That one here was a journalist who was caught snooping. “