Novel & Cerita What Got You Here

I m coming for you.

“How did you do that Penny? “Jacob said to me in total shock. ‘You can see me? What’s going on? I’m not sure how I got here?’ I spoke. Heather just stood there with her mouth open and her bright purple eyes wide still not saying a word. “You just appeared in the room; I walked in and was about to talk to Heather then you just showed up, kind of fizzled in kind of like fog at first but it was fast.” Jacob informed me. ‘But I was downstairs with Dad and Bobby.’ I was in the middle of telling Jacob what I was doing when Bobby and Dad ran into the office.

“If they give you something to eat or drink, don’t do it.” Asteria listened to everything carefully and made mental notes in her head. After some time, she realized she had forgotten to ask the most critical question. “Where am I? Who are you? What is this place? How did I get here?” She blurted out all her questions in panic. Coach Jacobson shook his head. Before he could answer, someone knocked on the door and opened it. “Oh, Miss. Brown. Did you wake up? Honey, did you call her father?”

I had no words to respond to Alice’s statement. As we stood there, locked in a tense stalemate, my phone rang. It was Quentin. “Viola,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “All the rescues you adopted have safely arrived in Arcania. I plan to keep them at my estate for now. “Once you return, we can arrange for their permanent homes. By the way, is there anything I need to be aware of?” “Already?” I asked slightly in awe.

"Bri, what's wrong?" I shook him off and rushed toward the exit. But just as I reached the doors of the auction hall, Micah grabbed my wrist. "Tonight, you're not going anywhere," he snapped. In that moment, rage burned through every nerve in my body, obliterating what little rationality I had left. I thought of Roberta's death in my past life and Rowena's final scream in this life. Neither of them had done anything wrong. So why did their lives end that way?

Megan roared as she reached down and picked up my smashed phone. “We will start by getting you a new one of these!”

Before he could even put the car in park, Delia eagerly hopped out, thanking Marcus and heading inside to get a new phone. ******* Once inside, she browsed through the array of options, her fingers grazing over the sleek surfaces as she assessed each model's features. Her eyes lit up when she came across the latest model of the iPhone, its pristine design and advanced capabilities captivating her attention. However, her excitement quickly turned to shock as she glanced at the price tag, her eyebrows shooting up in disbelief at the exorbitant cost. It was almost double the usual cost! A friendly sales associate approached Delia and explained the concept of "island inflation rates," attributin

The moment I saw the screen, it felt like all the blood drained from my body. Matthew had posted something. [I love smashing things, but she never complains. She even smiles and hands them to me.] The photo showed our trophies shattered across the floor, while the toys I had treasured so much that I barely dared touch them had been smeared with paint. Another notification popped up. Mom had transferred ten thousand dollars. Dad tapped the attached voice message, and the sound of things breaking burst from the speaker. "Something happened to the trophies. Take the money and buy Alicia a few new ones."

"Why are you doing this?" "I've wanted you since the day I met you on that photo shoot last year. I knew you'd be my ticket to fame, but then you rejected me for some dumb girl you left behind in your hometown. I knew that I had to try to get you back. I mean you’re hot, rich, and famous." She rakes her nails across my chest and down my arms.

“And you're my wife.” No. How the fuck did I actually get here?