Unravel Me Book Novels & Stories

"Ah, that's true. I've been reading a lot about humans lately, they're quite interesting creatures. Apparently they're not affected by silver in any way. I tested it out a couple days ago with Madeline by giving her a silver necklace, and it was true! She held it in her hand with no reaction at all." Matthew glared at her, not liking the idea of her 'testing' things on his mate. "How did you even know about that?" "I read it in a book about different creatures, I think I brought it with me." She rummaged around her bag, before pulling out a thick book and setting it on his desk: Encyclopedia of the world's intelligent creatures. "Isn't it our turn to coach the new soldiers at the training gr

The Invitation Jane’s POV Fate has a peculiar way of surprising us when we least expect it. It can bring forth either joy or hardship, leaving us uncertain of its intentions. As Jane Collins, a struggling twenty-five-year-old artist, I faced my fair share of challenges in my career. However, I remained determined not to surrender to discouragement. To make ends meet, I took on a job as a waitress at a fancy restaurant. One day, during my break time at my job, I found myself engrossed in a conversation with my best friend, Sarah Anderson. Unexpectedly, she interrupted with a question.

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

I rolled up my sleeve, revealing a dark scar across the back of my hand. "My hand was broken. As for why, I don't need to remind you, do I? You think your theatrical wounds compare to the fact that I can never hold a scalpel again? Do they compare to the years I spent in fear, not knowing if I'd live to see the next day? "It was my own blindness back then that led me to love someone so completely unworthy. "But because of that humiliating chapter of my life, I've come to recognize the man truly worth giving my life to.

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.

--- --- --- Chapter 40: The Unraveling Morning light struggled weakly through the penthouse's thick drapes. Isla sat up abruptly, her thoughts knotted in the shards of a dream she couldn't recall. Voices mumbled, faces blurred, and they spoke words she didn't know if she wanted to hear. The distant whisper of her mother's letters still lingered with her—every word a key she'd yet to unlock, every sentence a fissure in the fragile mask she'd constructed around herself.

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the staff member said, and I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I hesitated before unwrapping the box, but curiosity won. Peeling back the ribbon and paper, I opened it to reveal…a book. My fingers froze as I recognized the cover—worn, faded, but unmistakable. It was the very first book I had ever published. A book I hadn’t thought about in years. Confusion flooded my thoughts. Why would anyone send this to me? My eyes caught a small note tucked between the pages. I pulled it out, unfolding the slip of paper. The words, scrawled in thin, uneven handwriting, sent a shiver down my spine:

I'll try my best to complete this book by the end of 2023. Thank you. Unfollow My Heart Veronica

No one, no matter how hard they tried, were able to. ‘The lives and travels of Elentari Tirisil’ was scrawled across the cover of the first one. “I only need to touch them.” Mom explained after Alke asked her why the seal wasn’t broken. I smiled. “Break the seal, mom.” I told her. She looked at me funny. “I promise, break the seal.” She looked as if she was doubious but did it any way. No sooner than the seal was broken than the book flipped open on its own, and went to her first most important memory after her day with dad.