Novel & Cerita What Might Have Been Book

The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3. One book would showcase what happened if Phraser did make it through and actually alive and soon reunite with Autumn (the book is already up on Good Novel and it is called “Pulling Off the Impossible”) while the other book follows the plot should Phraser did not make it, and it is called “Kiss Me First”.

Book 2 had ended in the worst way possible. My destruction was now public. And the real nightmare or whatever came next was only beginning.

, I said under my breath as I scampered off to the library, hoping that it was opened for me to do my search. It was so crazy that I had totally forgotten about how the book got missing. Was I beginning to get so lost in thoughts of Kayla that it now affected my memories? I had no idea of what to think at this point. I could only hope that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. If whosoever it is knows that I was reading the book, they would definitely have an idea of what was going on. The book talked about getting mated to more than one person. That was the perfect answer to my question, right until it disappeared.

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

Oh, how much it bugged me that we hadn’t said anything to each other since the flight. It wasn’t usual we had quarrels, but whenever we did, it always had my heart churned. And I, being the weak-hearted, would spend the rest of my day living in worries. I wanted to be by him. I wished to. A low breath poured out my lips, that sigh following while my way, out the living room, going to explore the other areas of the house. Whoever knows whatever laid in wait for me. Not mice though. I despised them. And fortunately since I had rented the apartment, I haven’t had an encounter with rodents. And I just was intent on keeping it that way.

he said. She smiled. "We all act weird sometimes," she said. Before running out of nice words to say, Cela extends her hand. Nate smiled. "Really?" he asked before accepting. "I told you, we all act weird sometimes," she said reciprocating his smile. "Can we come back here tomorrow?" he said while still holding her hand. Cela realized he's still holding her hand. She gently pulled it before asking why. "Since you said that we all act weird sometimes, what if we try to talk about things that happened that day? Perhaps, imagine the 'what-might-have-been'? What do you think?" Nate asked. His weirdness continues.