Third Wave Book Novels & Stories

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Dear Readers and Beloved Co-Writers, I am thrilled to share some exciting news with all of you. Liam and Josephine are embarking on their own unique adventure, and their story is becoming so enthralling that it deserves its own book. Considering the depth and breadth of this tale, I've received wise counsel to give Book Three its own space. Now, before you start worrying, let me reassure you: the chapters you've already read will remain right here. You'll be able to seamlessly transition into the new book from where you left off.

In this life, sixty-one is the altitude from which I can see all forty-one years and the work that happened in them. That the third book's readers are finding each other in a way the first two books' readers did not. The first book found practitioners. The second found people deciding whether to commit. The third is finding people at the beginning of their lives asking: what kind of person do I want to build toward?

I gasped. ​"Yes to you, yes to me," she echoed. ​The "safe" guy was officially dead. I didn't want to be passive anymore; I wanted to take. I grabbed her thigh, pivoting her to her side so I could drive into her with everything I had. Maya’s screams filled the room with my name, a few curses, and a plea for more. I was a man possessed, pounding away until the world narrowed down to just the friction between us. ​When the second wave hit me, it was even more powerful than the first. We collapsed against each other, chests heaving, the air in the room thick and heavy.

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

The Third Side of the Coin This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

Note: Hey lovelies, i hope you love what you are reading so far. Well, this is another exciting book which might be turned into a trilogy if y'all show to love it so much. Happy reading.... Xoxo!!! The Wrong Woman for The Mafia Lord THREE YEARS AGO

All I could hear was the marker. Screaming. Changing. Evolving. The second wave was heat. My skin burned like I was on fire. The air around me shimmered. The metal table beside me began to warp. I could feel my cells rewriting themselves, my DNA unraveling and re-forming into something new. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something not quite human. The third wave was the worst. My vision went white. I was no longer in the medical bay. I was somewhere else. Somewhere vast. Somewhere ancient. I stood on a plain of black stone, surrounded by figures made of light. They spoke to me in a language I didn't understand, but somehow I understood everything.