Unraveling Book Novels & Stories

"Stop talking nonsense. And stop spreading baseless rumors." "Who's spreading rumors?" Savana deliberately countered. "That's the reality. If you don't have any vested interests, I'm sure you wouldn't let your child get involved with Aurora. Or, perhaps, you intentionally had Alden work at the same hospital as Aurora from the beginning. Yeah, to make it easier to get close. I also suspect your child deliberately seduced Aurora while she was still in the process of divorcing my child, right?"

Deciding that this was a message from the universe to just go home, I was about to turn around, but something over the nightstand grabbed my attention, drawing me back inside. I moved forward, my gaze occupied by the sketchbook, it was opened on a random page, exposing one of the many drawings it held. I paused by the nightstand, my hand moving the book, and taking a closer look. I flipped through the pages, studying it some more. The colors were professionally interwoven together bringing small little masterpieces into the thin sheet of paper. Some were random drawings of trees, lakes, the sky...and others were more complex, giving me no clear comprehension of what they meant, a thing proba

*** Marco dreamed. Fragments of the past flickered by—moments he'd buried, moments he never truly saw. Aurora, winning a scholarship but spending it on a designer tie for him instead of herself. Aurora, standing in a dim chapel, hands clasped, praying—not for herself, but for his health. Aurora, dragging his drunk ass home, staying up all night to make sure he didn't wake up in pain. He reached for her, desperate to hold on. But the second his fingers grazed hers, she vanished—dissolving like mist.

I trudged up and down the aisle another time and let my gaze wander and sweep one last glance across the rows, and was about to leave when my gaze fell on a thin book almost going unnoticed, sandwiched between two thick books at the third row of the last bookshelf. Out of curiosity, I plucked it out, my heart pounding as I read the title: ‘Untold Tales of the Pack: A Memoir’ , the name of the author has been scribbled off by a sharpie. The book looks new compared to the ones I read. My throat clicked dry as I opened the book. I gasped when I read the first line: ‘The Renaud pack is known for its strength, wealth and integrity but did you know that the pack alphas are also cursed?’ Here, fin

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

She had given me the courage to move forward. I looked at the travel photos she shared on her social media and liked all of them. Then, I started closing up shop. Just then, the bell at the front door chimed. "Sorry, we're closed—" I turned around and suddenly saw a familiar face that also looked almost strange to me. Corbin's eyes were bloodshot. He sighed softly and said, "I finally found you."