What Lies Beneath Review Novels & Stories

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

I tried to shake off the dust on my feet and at the same time, I searched the environment to see if Rome would be spotted anywhere close. My arm felt somewhat broken, and this time, it felt like something was going off, maybe from the Cosa Nostra. I could barely feel my left arm, my body was bruised and covered in blood. I breathed heavily and turned. The bush was so quiet. My heart quivered and I felt a touch of fear. My eyes narrowed at the sight of a substance on the ground. I felt it creep into my trouser.

Andrew suddenly sat up and gasped for air as if a massive weight had pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hurried downstairs and ran out of the villa. Being surrounded by everything that reminded him of me was like pouring salt into his wounds. He could hardly bear the pain. Andrew sat at the door, his gaze vacant, as if his soul had been lost. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I was enjoying the rare beauty of the ice plains. I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit.

"What are you thinking about?" You, I thought. But I said, "Nothing important." He moved closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "You're lying." My hands stilled in the soapy water. "How do you know?" "Because you do this thing with your mouth when you lie. Your bottom lip twitches slightly." I turned to face him, my back against the sink. "You've been paying attention." "I always pay attention to you, Amelia. Even when I shouldn't."

“If destroying her in the present is impossible, then maybe the past holds the blade I need.” “You’re searching her history?” Isabelle asked, incredulous. “Rhea, come on. Amira looks like the most goody-two-shoes creature alive. You won’t find anything scandalous.” “Everyone has dirt, Isabelle.” Rhea’s voice was low, dangerous, alive with a new kind of energy. “Every single person. And if they’ve done a damn good job of burying it, then that’s where I’ll dig deepest.” The search began simply, Amira’s name, public records, school history. Most of it was pristine, irritatingly so. Honor rolls, charity work, and an unblemished reputation. Exactly what Isabelle had predicted.

If it really went to court, he simply couldn't afford the battle. But giving up a multi-billion-dollar project just like that left him incredibly unwilling. "Mr. Whitfield, I beg you, give us one more chance!" Louis gritted his teeth and suddenly bowed deeply, his tone bordering on pleading. "We can revise the proposal again, completely according to your specifications, if you would just take one look. Flora is very talented. She's won international awards before; you must have heard her name. She just needs a little time..." "Talent?" Henry sneered. "Her drafts are riddled with errors in the most basic dimensions. She doesn't even understand fundamental building codes. And you claim she has

“As a compromise.” His fingers trembled as he grasped the bedsheet; it was fleeting, but I saw it, yet his voice was controlled. Something was wrong; I could feel it. "Do your best,” he finished. “That will be all; you can leave." Still, he didn't look at me. Something about that moment felt heavier than his words. Like he was trying to avoid something or… hide something from me. My eyes lingered on him for a moment. Without saying a word, I walked over to the vase and replaced the slightly wilted lavender with the fresh ones I had brought. It was the only thing I could do in the room that didn't feel pointless.

Then her gaze sharpened. "Kane?" Her voice was barely a whisper. A thread of sound. "How did you find me?" He took her hand. It was cold. So cold. "I know everything," he said. "The silver poisoning. The fake cheating. Your mother told me. The Beta told me. I know it was all a lie." She stared at him. Then she looked away. "You weren't supposed to find out," she said. "Why? Why didn't you tell me?"

Chloe stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling as she sensed the tide turning against her. "Now," I declared, addressing the room, "I will show all of you exactly what happened the day Charles came into my room. I’ll prove that the video displayed for the world to see was fake—an AI-generated lie." I opened the video on Mr. Grey’s phone and held it up for Stanley to see. The footage played, clear and undeniable. Stanley’s eyes widened in shock as the truth unfolded before him. The video showed Charles entering my room that day, his intentions clear as he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him away, my fear evident, and fled outside. The reality was stark, unfiltered, a

Eliza said like a curious child—and she was far from that, though she might look like one—looking around as though she was expecting to see an ocean in the abyss. Adrian, without any further words, tore the grass off the land and cleared the soil, revealing a piece of shiny metal that was just part of something bigger. “You’ll stop seeing anything when we get underground.” I heard the sound of a lever pull and the next thing we felt was a vibration sourcing from the ground. I looked at Adrian worriedly ‘cause I thought an earthquake was about to happen but instead, metal cranked and a latch appeared, opening up a space hidden beneath the ground.