Unraveling Book Novels & Stories

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.

When all concealed truth starts spilling out, how can they recover from all the aches the world cast against them? ~*~ Every untied knots will be resolved and every questions that remained unanswered will be given a clarity in book II. Again, thank you so much for all the support you've given for this story. Love lots♡

"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

His frustration was palpable. I nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, Ryan, we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll need to access your account information and investigate. Can you share your account details and any relevant transaction records with me?" My eyes locked onto his, and I could sense his trust in me growing. Ryan nodded and dug into his bag, producing a stack of papers that he handed over to me. "I've been holding onto these statements and transaction records, trying to make sense of it all, but I just can't crack the code."

But deep down, I couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that something supernatural was at play. Summoning my courage, I decided to investigate further. With trembling hands, I reached for the book my grandmother had given me—the book I had never opened. Perhaps there were answers hidden within its ancient pages. I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols.

She didn't know how to begin, so she reached for the report in his hand instead. "You'll understand once you read this," she explained, nervously tearing the sealed docket as her heart pounded. Caden took it from her and read through it carefully, making sure not to miss a single detail. The air in the bedroom seemed to grow still at that moment, and the moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the anxiety on Aurora's face. Meanwhile, his expression grew increasingly dark as he frowned deeply, and he focused intently on a particular section of the report.

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

It felt unbelievably relaxing. Before long, the ride came to an end. Julia returned to her school, clearly reluctant to leave, while I headed back home. As I thought about the other women in the group, a quiet excitement built in me. So many of them had caught my eye, and sooner or later, I would find a way to get closer to each of them. That cycling club was unbelievable, and it had not cost me a single cent. Gavin sent me a message on Messenger. [How was last night? Heard you wore her out.]

Unraveling together. End of Chapter 85

I think he groaned but it's almost inaudible. "Here..." He drawls as he passes me a book, wrapped in plain black cover. It's nothing fancy. Like any mere book you'd find randomly. "This is my most accounted journal. No one's ever read it. You'll be the first. Consider it a gift from me." "Why should I read it?" He comes to sit on the bed and locks his eyes on mine for the umpteenth time today. I can't count how many times he's played me inside those field orbs of his. "What's the most powerful piece in Chess, little eagle?"