Think Twice Novel Novels & Stories

He thought: this is the correct condition. He was, in the full weight of the August Thursday morning and the eighth section on the board and the bench drawn and the grandmother's window seat in the first building and Thomas's eleven years and the girl at the dark window waiting for the colour to go and Raymond waiting for the January sun line and the two women on the kitchen committee who had felt cut off and all the attending people in all the honest buildings and all the sections and all the pocket notebooks and the correspondence that was the understanding and the understanding that was the correspondence and the bench first and the next letter waiting, glad. He was glad. End of Chapter T

Just when I thought I would not be more stunned, something else happened that would leave me utterly speechless again, I could not recognise the stranger that was sitting next to me in the car and blabbering all sorts of rubbish that I could not understand. "I'm not going to meet any of them, okay? I just need to take a walk and think about my decisions… I don't think I'm ready to go home just yet." He stared at me for the longest time ever, without saying anything, then he finally nodded. "Yes, that's what you really need to do right now, think about your actions…"

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

“You should be wise, think twice before you will ever do a single thing from now on, for the taboo that you three just commits is more than enough to produce the chain of cracks unto the walls of the future and to the succeeding loops. Kindly remember that, Pauleen.” Walking away as she enters a black hallowed space that is just open for her. She steps right and immediately inside as she cut in between that chronological time of the first loop and unto the hidden mark, where Jane finds the forbidden book and opens the gate of His, as her voice echoes reading the book title. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Still into the invisible cage and stands unto the corner as she steps right into the middle before

"Ohh godddd! Maybe she stopped breathing as soon as their eyes locked. * * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * * Dear readers, Endeavor to drop your thoughts after every read. Support my book as well. Thank you.

The only thought in my head was: 'I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the remainder of my life'. _____________________________________ ***Author's Note: Book two in the series is called: She's My Mate. Search for it on the GoodNovel app and read now!

Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Now, I have a little secret to share with you about Book Two. Brace yourselves, for there will be even more plot twists and turns, secrets unraveling, and unexpected alliances forming. And, oh yes, a little spoiler for you - Ashley, our fearless heroine, will find herself facing a daunting punishment, but amidst it all, she will discover the unimaginable - she will fall pregnant. The tangled web of love, loyalty, and danger will grow even more complex, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

“I liked that girl.” **** It was December thirtieth. Anthony had stolen two SUVs from St. Petersburg the night before. He had swapped the plates and placed police radars and scanners in both of them for their escape from the factory tomorrow night. Margo was making sure the networks were up and working, but she had to make a phone call. She didn’t think she could take it any further without her reassuring him one more time that she and he would be fine. She borrowed Bobbi’s burner to make the call.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

Mariella’s POV Peace is a strange thing. You don’t notice it at first. Not when you’ve spent years living in chaos. When the gunfire finally stops, and the judgment fades, and the scars from a horrible past finally heal… your mind still waits for the next explosion. The next ill luck. Even when there isn’t one. Five years. It had been five whole years since the night the convent burned with gunfire and thunder, and the twins decided they didn’t care if the world was ending; they were coming out anyway.