Troubles Book Novels & Stories

⸻ LENA The hotel room was unbearably quiet after Christian left. Alone with my thoughts, I picked up the phone and put it down at least a dozen times. Who could I even call? There was no one I trusted to give me an unbiased opinion. My situation was too close to home for my mom or sister. There was always Delia, but she’d been with Tig since she was fourteen and still believed in fairy tale endings. Her reality didn’t include a small child, a manipulative ex, or growing up with a father who forgot her and a mother too broken to leave the house for years.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

My lips twisted. I flipped through several more pages, skimming for new details and new hooks I could sink my teeth into. There wasn’t much more about Elyra specifically. There are plenty of vague threats about witches in general. But no clear *how* to undo what she’d done. Of course not. The people who wrote this liked to catalog disasters, not solve them. Frustration surged. I pushed the heavy book away and dragged the thinner, darker‑bound volume toward me—“Northern Lore,” Rowan had called it.

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

First, I need to tell you about how it was actually written in the treasure book because it will be very different from how I will tell you the story. The next pages were written all a sequence of information: A name A date A place A sum of money A note The treasure book was used to register the loot of every person in the crew. There were also conflicts, deaths, riots and things like shipwreck or storms listed. In short, everything that required the crew's salary to be reduced.

“Fun? That will never happen. My mum has warned me about boys like him since I was little. Trouble follows him wherever he goes, and I will not get caught up in it.” I closed my book, still trembling slightly, completely unaware of just how wrong I was about what lay ahead.

“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

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He remembered Lena's words: *""It's about someone who's lost everything. But finds his way again."* At the time, he had scoffed to himself. No book could fix what was broken within him. And yet, here he was. Three a.m. and awake, insomnia gnawing at his chest like it had a tendency to do. He had poured himself a glass of scotch—his second—and sat in the armchair by the window. The book was next to him, not opened.