What Lies Below Book Novels & Stories

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Off to the side, a small desk with a computer stood neatly against the wall. The room was spotless, immaculately organized. The only odd thing was the clothing rack—there wasn't a single shirt or jacket hanging on it. Instead, it was lined with lingerie, plus black and white stockings draped side by side. I glanced twice before quickly looking away, feeling oddly embarrassed. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but… a single bed? No wonder Colin never came over. That bed was way too small for two people to get up to anything. Following the strange rustling sound, I looked toward the desk. Sitting on top were little plastic bags girls often used to keep their accessories, and under the fain

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”

I blink and look at Felicia. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She hesitates carefully. “You seem distracted.” I almost laugh. Distracted. Right. Definitely not because Alexander Sterling decided to bulldoze back into my life with flowers, cheesecake, and emotional damage. “Focus on your tablet, Felicia.” “Yes, ma’am.” But I catch the tiny smile she hides afterward. Traitor. Bridgewood Heights is not a building yet. It is possibility. Wide stretches of cleared land spread across the site beneath the harsh morning sun. White chalk markings and string lines divide sections of earth into future structures only architects and engineers can fully visualize.

"You are a woman who can do her job properly; I am a team leader who has been responsible for eighty-five per cent of all sales and revenue. It is only a matter of time, but I will get to sit there." Lial nodded as if she finally understood what was going on. He was a money and power grubber, just like Gavin. "I think I might need to see a shaman or a shrink; why do I keep attracting these kinds of men?" she murmured, pressing her finger to her forehead. "What?" "I think my life needs some kind of supernatural cleansing," she replied. He looked at her confused. "It is either that or god whoever he is or wherever he might be is playing with me. I must be some kind of doll that he uses to ente

He descends first, I follow. Elias right behind me. Gran. Kaia. The others remain above as lookouts. The stairs creak under our weight as we descend. The air grows colder with every step. By the time we reach the bottom, my breath fogs in front of me. The room below is larger than I expected. Stone walls, no windows. Shelves carved directly into the rock. And everywhere—papers. Books. Scrolls. Boxes. Not random storage. Records. My stomach twists. “Holy shit,” Elias breathes.

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

What better way to sell a book than to dangle a massive cover-up? “Cara,” I said, sanity having reasserted itself, “this doesn’t mean anything. There is no hidden proof.” “Of course, there is,” she insisted as she sank down next to me. “And I know where it is.” She held up a small fire safe with both hands. “What? Where did you get that, and what makes you think anything’s in there?” “I got it from my bedroom,” Cara answered. “And I know the proof is in there because Adam told me.”

Only the first page held any writing at all, a single line, the ink faded to rust but still legible, still deliberate. When the Substitute Luna awakens, the first lie will always return before the truth. I read it twice. Then a third time, my grip closing around the cover until the old leather creaked in my hand, the words settling into me with a weight I didn’t yet have a name for only the certainty, cold and absolute, that whatever this meant, Jenna’s homecoming was only the first lie of many.

I clutched the small piece of notepaper in my fist, and then settled myself on the grass to read it. My vision blurred as I tried to fix my eyes on the page. I squeezed my eyes shut, and then pulled them open slowly. Sucking in a deep breath, I began to read. It was much shorter than the other clues, and I gnawed at my lip and frowned down at it. It read, quite simply: What lies beneath is found above. Hide and seek are now one. I exhaled heavily, my chest heaving as I puffed out all of the air in my lungs at once. What lies beneath sounded like something lost at sea, but Dakota had said that everything was hidden between Wildflower Way and Wildflower Meadow.