Uncharted 4: Chapter 11 Novels & Stories

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588

⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ Next Chapter Unlocks: 8 — Várgr Enemies breach the vault. Blood answers silence.

She slid them across the table toward Antonia. Antonia tilted her head, her fingers tracing the smooth leather. "Portia? What is this?" "Open it," Portia murmured, her eyes locked onto Antonia's with absolute earnestness. When Antonia turned the cover, her breath caught. The first page wasn’t blank. In Portia’s elegant, precise handwriting, a title was written at the top: Our Blueprint. Beneath it, Portia had sketched a beautiful, minimalist floor plan of a modern, sunlit apartment by the coast—complete with a designated studio space for Antonia's art and a small balcony overflowing with plants.

The Last Chapter AS planned, Ms. Dory and I boarded a plane going to Denmark. My hand couldn’t stop sweating and trembling even if the weather is cold. I just don’t know what to feel. I feel excited at the same time I feel nervous. The fast pounding of my heart gives a deafening sound. Ms. Dory beside me was already asleep.

my father spoke slowly. "Great! Let me know what he says!" __________________________________________________________________________ I was sitting in my office with my best friend and Beta Xander going over pack issues when my phone buzzed indicating a text. It was from my Uncle Marcus informing me that he had sent over some background information he had dug up on the female in question down in California. He also mentioned that he planned to pay her a visit, along with a few of his top warriors. I was betting Vivian wasn't going to sit this one out since she had made the discovery.

This place seems more extensive than on video. "Fuck, this place is a total wreck," Gunnar proclaims. "It's like a hurricane hit here." "Kendall, got on a reading?" I ask her. Her infrared gadget tells us it is beeping if anybody is done here. "I see four live bodies, but they are strapped on the other side of that door straight ahead." "There are more?" Gunnar says softly. We approached forward towards a keycard door. I stepped back, let Gunnar implant a C4 paste on the handle, and pressed the button. As we took a step back a few feet while the bomb beeps, it gave out a soundless explosion and opened the door.

#Newyorktimesbestseller ಥ‿ಥ Chapters soundtrack: Hideaway by Grace vanderwaal (simply love this song♥♥)

I left the hotel with a heart so heavy it felt like a lodestone in my chest. The world seemed muted, colors washed to gray, sounds dulled as if I were underwater again but this time, there was no one to pull me to the surface. I walked slowly back to the waiting cab, my steps dragging through the humid afternoon air. The driver's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, his expression shifting from professional neutrality to open pity each time I wiped at the silent tears that wouldn't stop.

"Jonas Kael's audit log. And Thorne knows I have it." Kunle’s response was a low whistle of surprise and concern. "Mimi, you are either the bravest or the most reckless woman I know. Get up here. Now." The Unlikely Alliance Ten minutes later, Mimi was sitting across a glass coffee table from Kunle in a minimalist, chrome-and-steel living room. Kunle, dressed in a silk robe despite the hour, poured her a glass of water, his face unreadable. Mimi opened her messenger bag, placing the ruggedized external drive and the heavy, leather-bound ledger onto the table. The silence in the room was electric as Kunle began to flip through the pages, examining the meticulous handwriting and the cryptic not

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”