Tipping Point Kindle Novels & Stories

in my veins begin to solidify into something colder, harder, and far more lethal. The "Siphon-Relay" tower lay in ruins behind me, a jagged pile of obsidian shards that looked like the teeth of a fallen giant. The air was still humming with the aftershocks of the power surge, but I didn't feel the static anymore. I didn't feel the burn of the fallout or the sting of the "Zero-Point" snow. I felt nothing but the rhythmic, golden throb of the heir in my womb—a child that was now, officially, the most expensive thing I had ever owned.

All his life he had waited for this moment, and now the realization that it had come at last gave him the same sense of shock as one receives when one expects a loud report, and because of the anticipation is more startled at the explosion. It took him several moments fully to understand that what he was experiencing were the birth pains of the first real love in his life. He allowed the revelation to flow over him in warm, deep waves. Only gradually did the disadvantages become apparent. He fought hard against their entry into his conscious mind, but they spread slowly like drips of cold water following up on the first warm wave.

Chapter 120: The Tipping Point --- The press conference had been scheduled for a week, but it felt like the longest week of Sophia’s life. Every moment was filled with mounting pressure, a crushing sense of urgency that tightened around her chest with each passing hour. The looming threat of Preston Langley’s false testimony hung over her like a storm cloud. But today, she would stand in front of the world and declare her truth, hoping it would be enough to silence the lies.

" I noticed the envy flash through Edward's eyes. Then, he put on that act. He reached out as if he wanted to touch the jersey but dared not to, staring at the jersey in my hands with wide, eager eyes. "Nick, do you like this player too? I like him too, but my family was too poor to give me things like this. Can I touch the jersey? I promise I won't damage it. I'm so jealous of you. Mom and Dad spoil you so much." That pitiful look on his face immediately triggered my parents' sympathy, just like in the previous life. Without hesitation, Dad snatched the jersey from my hands and handed it to Edward. "Since Ed likes it, give it to him. You haven't forgotten that we asked you to give in to him

Pins and needles pricked my throat and my lungs. Help. Anyone. I don't want to die. The moon shone brightly above me. My head tilted upwards as I reached for the surface one last time. The view was beautiful. The stars were beautiful. A purple falling star caught my eye but I was too weak to think anything of it. It was the last thing I saw before I gave in to the pull of the dark.

Chapter One - Laura Note to readers: Chronologically, this novella takes place after “A Forever Kind of Love” but before “A Wonderful Kind of Love”. It also contains characters from “Saltwater Kisses” and “Yours Completely”. You do not need to have read any of these books to enjoy this book. If you like this story, “A Wonderful Kind of Love” picks up where it leaves off. Laura “Oh God, it's him.” Laura wished she could just melt into the floor and vanish for a few hours. Of course he had to come to this. He was the last person she wanted to see today.

My mind speaks terribly of the golden star that I found in the fifth grade lying in the backyard of the school. I have no idea why I thought of the star, why it crossed my mind. A sudden halt of the car and then there was nothing. Nothing to whisper, not a soul to talk about, not the deep breaths. There was nothing, only tranquillity. The sudden desire to run away and burn everything from the inside made me feel lost. Maybe I wasn't the only one losing my senses here. Mr Kapoor was losing his senses too. The driver was chuckling, it was a dangerous laugh, and within seconds everything turned into nothing.

Because deep down, he knew very well that I was the one who gave the most to that family. Seeing that my heart was hard, Aunt Marsha began shrieking like a shrew. "Miles Lawson, is your heart made of stone? How can you be this vicious and say such things to a child? If you dare abandon him, I'll post you online and let the whole country see your ugly face!" "Go ahead," I said with a faint smile. "Then the whole country will know you have a niece who's a criminal. Guess whether your three sons will still be able to find wives after that."

“Isn’t this The Boundless Buddhist Creature, a supreme Buddhist treasure? Why is it in your hands?” “Someone gave it to me,” replied Alex. Thus, what else could Ancestor Bodhi say? ‘Someone gave you a treasure of such value?! You must be awesome!’ At that moment, Alex was mentally immersed in The Boundless Buddhist Creature. He could hear Buddhist songs and chants, including a potent mental interference—transcendence. Alex knew when he acquired this book that it was equipped with a taming system and that the mythical creatures it captured could be tamed successfully in a very short time.

Instinctively, I took a step back. Seeing my reaction, she laughed. She stepped closer, grabbed my hand, and pressed my fingertip against her tongue. "Well? Feels textured, doesn't it?" She licked the corner of her lips, her eyes full of provocation. "You don't even know how much Marcus loves it." "All these years, he's had countless women around him. But I'm the only one he's publicly acknowledged as his girlfriend." The damp, uneven sensation under my fingertip was real. Revolting.