What Lies Beneath Review Novels & Stories

Amansinaya exclaimed. 'How did it went like this?' you might ask. Well, it started with an argument. (Author: Let us turn the hands of time and show how it all began.) "I said we should continue searching beneath the sea." Amansinaya suggested as I stood up. "It is possible that she's out there." She continued. I nodded, she's right about that. Asherah's a mermaid so there's a high possibility that she's in the cerulean and vast sea.

But I had much to learn here in the city. Despite how hard everyone tried to keep to themselves, they were all gossips. Harry was getting married this weekend to a girl his mother hated. The poor girl was as nervous as a cat in a thunderstorm. Then there was Jem who was cheating on his girl with Olivia. And the Harrison’s were in the middle of a nasty divorce. But beneath the shallowness there were secrets. And plans that no one was too keen on keeping a secret. But yet they were life changing. And they had to do with my people. “Did you hear Lisa Harris’ daughter is now under investigation?”

"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

She placed a small notebook at the base of the headstone. Inside were pages of her,her pain, her joy, their memories. A legacy. A goodbye. A start. As she walked away, the wind picked up again. And somewhere, in the silence between her footsteps, she swore she heard him say her name. Soft. Warm. Home. End of chapter 10 End of when love lies.

But I’m too tired, too broke, and too desperate to care. So I click. Because what’s the worst that could happen? I stare at the listing for a solid minute, my thumb hovering over the screen. Private Chef Needed. Discreet. High Pay. Immediate Start. Discreet? That’s sketchy, right? That’s code for illegal, or prepare to cook for a cult, or maybe don’t ask too many questions if someone comes in bleeding. I should swipe away. I really should. But then my bank app pings, reminding me that my balance is exactly $12.47, and my landlord already gave me the look last week. The one that says, “I’m giving you till Friday, sweetheart, and then you’re out.”

Xander said. "It's not going through the gates," Silas said. "It's going under them. Through the mountain itself." His voice stayed controlled, but only just. "The residential sanctuaries. The sleeping areas. The tracking alcove. If something comes through the mountain's lower foundations from below—" "It doesn't need to fight through the gates at all," Kincaid said. "It comes out inside," Xander said. "The vibration signature is consistent with a sub-surface boring drill," Silas said. "Multi-ton. Automated. At its current depth and bearing, it will breach the lower residential foundations in—" A pause for the calculation. "Four hours. Maybe less."

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

“You heard that, this is the highly-paid doctor of this area. His diagnosis is reliable. “What other tricks are you going to pull?”

We watched him in secret. He brought strangers—people I didn’t recognize— but found nothing. That’s because he didn’t know this place like we did. Beneath that old factory lies a forgotten well. And years ago— we discovered that something else waited down there. At the bottom of that well… we found the base of the Grail. It lay there silently. Not glowing like the other shards— but heavy, oppressive, present. We didn’t dare take it. Instead, we built traps, seals—

The faint hum of machinery filled the room, but Matteo barely registered it, too focused on the details unfolding before him. “Wait,” Leo muttered, his brows furrowing. His fingers danced over the keyboard, pulling up a clearer image. “Look at this.” Matteo leaned in, his breath hitching as he examined the screen. At first, it appeared to be just another routine scan of the empire’s structure, but then, there it was. A space beneath the empire, hidden in plain sight. His pulse quickened, unease creeping into his chest. “There is an underground,” Leo stated, his voice firm yet tinged with disbelief.