What Lies Beneath Book Novels & Stories

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.

Hence, when John asked for money to improve Mary’s life, I never said no. For him to gain a respectable standing in the countryside, I managed to find a good job for him through my network. During holidays, I would transfer money to him to buy gifts for Mary. I was hoping to use materialistic goods to make up for my absence. However, I had not expected John to have lied to all sides. He had been using me as an excuse to Mary. He even coveted my money and did not share a single cent with Mary. Of course, John dared to do that because Mary loved him very much.

The only other place would be under the bed. I quickly get down on my knees and begin to look under the bed. Unfortunately, it's very dark, and I can barely see anything. I reach my hand under the bed trying to find the stupid pen but end up feeling a book instead. I furrow my eyebrows and reach for it; in the process, I see the pen and manage to grab it as well. I look down at the book and notice engraved letters. The letters are GR in cursive. I open the book and as I flip through it, I notice that it's a journal.

he said knowing he needed to get out of there quickly. Layana felt a pang of pain at his second comment and nodded getting off the bed she opened the bottom drawer to her bedside table, taking the book that was wrapped in cloth. Not knowing why she suddenly felt even more upset. She held it out to him, he took it from her pulling the cloth of it, “The Supremacy of the Forbidden Bloodlines…” he looked up at her sharply, the same thought going through both, were they holding the answers they sought? She took the book back from him sitting on the bed and flipped it open. Declan leaned closer as he scanned the content page.

I pressed a hand against my chest and whispered a promise to myself, to them. “No matter what happens, I will protect you. I will make memories with you and I will fight until my last breath before anyone takes you from me.” But even as the words left my lips, the unease gnawed deeper. Because in the distance, beyond the girls’ laughter, beyond the safe walls of our home, I could feel the truth stirring. Secrets never stayed buried forever. And Amara Holt, for some reasons I could not yet name, seemed determined to unearth mine.

"That one." 'Lies,' Selah hissed in my head. Runa slammed the book shut. The click echoed through the quiet basement. She let out a long, heavy breath, her shoulders sagging as if a Great weight had just dropped on her. "It was all a lie," she said. Her voice was thick with disgust. "I made it all up."

"No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld" My eyes widened. "Then, is there something in it that can help with breaking the curse?" I asked. "I think so. But, there's only one way to find out" he said and opened the book. Boldly written on the first page were the words, 'THE UNDERWORLD'. Lorenzo flipped the pages until he got to the twentieth page. "I think it's somewhere around here" he said and began to trace the words at the bottom of the page, with his index finger.

"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