Without Warning Novel Novels & Stories

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

A few days had passed since Lyra received the strange message from Elias, but the unsettling feeling hadn’t left her. She sat alone in her small, cluttered apartment in Elysium, the glow of the city’s neon lights filtering through the window, casting soft shadows on the walls. Papers and data pads were scattered across the table, all of them tied to her previous memory retrieval jobs, yet she hadn’t touched any of them in days. The eerie dream of Nyxterra and her mysterious encounter with Elias still lingered in her mind, haunting her every thought. She couldn’t focus.

I stopped because I thought I heard a woman moaning. "Uhm! Uhm! Is it like this!" "Daddy's lion voice." I almost held my breath as I walked to Daddy's room. Their room will come first before mine. "Ohhh! Alfredo! It's delicious!" I slowly opened the open door of Daddy's room. And even if their lights are off and it has a dim light to have a little light in their room. "Uhm! Uhm! Uhm! That's enough! Ahhhh!" "Ohhh! Alfredo!"

Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to stand there like a fool. As soon as she reached her desk, Olivia was already waiting, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her face. "You look like hell," Olivia said flatly. "Good morning to you too," Sarah muttered, dropping into her chair. "So? You gonna tell me why half the office is staring at me like I grew two heads overnight?" Sarah asked Olivia blinked at her, then exhaled sharply. "You haven’t seen the news, have you?" Sarah frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Lillian River's POV - TW - Drugs, kidnapping, torture, blood, death. Continue at your own risk. My phone buzzed. I didn't jump - I felt it before it even lit up. Like a ripple across my spine. Something in my ears hummed, like a warning. Something bad was going to happen, something dangerous. I grabbed the phone from the kitchen counter, ignoring the mug of tea steeping beside me. The screen lit up the moment the phone was in my hand. I saw the notification. It was a message from Arte.

The door clicked shut. Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien. Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her. “Don’t let her get in your head,” he said “She knew you,” Alina murmured. He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”

Her heels struck the pavement in a hurried rhythm as she rushed off, while my own steps faltered to a halt. So… the truth was finally about to be revealed? I had waited for this day far too long. Alicia hurried into the office of the technical experts she had assembled herself. But the expressions on their faces told her everything was wrong. "Ms. Reinfield," one of them said carefully, "we've reviewed the contents. You need to prepare yourself." Her brows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean? It was just a car accident. What is there to prepare for?"

Instead, I opened the drawer on the far end table. Inside, there was nothing but a small leather-bound notebook. That… surprised me. I didn’t remember putting it there. I lifted it, running my hand over the cover. My name wasn’t on it. There were no identifying marks. I hesitated, then opened it to the first page. Blank. Second page—also blank. But the third page wasn’t. It was written in blocky, impatient strokes. Not my handwriting. Not neat. It said: "Do you remember anything unusual in the two weeks after you left Linderman’s house?"

Why him? I stared at the growing web of connections, the patterns that didn’t make sense. My hand trembled as I pinned up one last word: WHO IS DIEGO? The lantern flickered, shadows crawling across the walls, as though the universe itself didn’t want me to know the answer. And deep inside, I felt my wolf stir—calm, but whispering something I couldn’t quite catch. Then—knock. I froze. Someone was at my bedroom door.

Knox’s POV I threw myself into work, but my mind was nowhere near it. No matter how busy I stayed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something bad. That sick pressure sat in my chest all morning. Granddad kept telling me to stop worrying, that everything was handled, but worrying about Sienna wasn’t something I knew how to shut off. Especially not with that fucking pervert walking free. Universal Airlines had exploded overnight. We were pulling in extra teams, expanding into more cities, meetings stacked on meetings. I buried myself in it, fingers moving fast across the keyboard, trying to outrun my thoughts.