I Thought You Were Dead Book Novelas e Histórias

I was to get pregnant and then be killed by Bas. I had accepted my fate. My life was short, but it was well-lived, and for that, I was grateful. Walking out of the bathroom, I dressed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Sitting on my bed, I picked up the only book Darius had left me. Of all things, it was a geography book—a cruel irony in his claims not to let me die of boredom. I flipped through the pages, trying to focus on the text, but my mind wandered. The stark white pages were a contrast to the dark, suffocating thoughts in my head. Each page turned was a reminder of my confinement, the walls closing in on me.

Too much fear. I decided to read a book today to take my mind off my current predicament but when I turned on the torch, it was dim. So dim that I couldn't even see a word. I shut it and leaned back against the wall, feeling angry that this thing couldn't turn on. I stared up at the dark ceiling and just hoped some sort of miracle would happen. Maybe death. Death sounded appealing to me now. I wasn't someone who thought about death. I loved to be alive to a ripe, old age before I died so it had never been a thought that lingered for me.

I was moving out of the warehouse when my phone rang. "Yes" “We found her boss”… Cutting the call, I looked behind and found that man dead due to pain and screaming… “ I will kill them, I am coming, kitten…” So guys how's the update, please let me know, what do you think. This story is getting near its end and I am very much excited to complete my first book. Thanks to all my readers who are supporting me from the start and now also. I am very much thankful to all of you friends.

I Could feel the chills run down my spine as I thought about bwhat had happened before I passed out . the alpha was able to cut off my hair making me know that his really powerful . "How long had she been sleeping ,I thought you said that she would be awake In the next few hours "I heard someone say . my head's snapped at the voice . I knew that I could be hearing things. that voice was just like that of cate , but I think that she died ,do how am I being able to heart the voice of a dead person

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

None of those things told her what she was. But they were beginning to tell everyone else what she was not. Not ordinary. Not safe. Not only human. When the training block ended, Warden Cael stopped her at the door. “Vale.” Amelia turned. The warden’s voice was lower now, meant only for her. “When something uses the dead to open a door, it is rarely because the dead are waiting on the other side.” A chill moved through Amelia. “Then what is?” Warden Cael’s gaze flicked once to the practice circle, now dark and silent.

“What is it now, Elena?” I clutched my bleeding neck. The warm, coppery scent of my own blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. “I’m… I’m dying,” I whispered. “Can you come get Mira?” Mira was only three, asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the carnage in the living room. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. Shards of a crystal decanter—once filled with expensive bourbon—were scattered around me, glittering like cruel stars. My mate, Kael Volkov, was sprawled on the couch, already snoring, passed out after his latest bout of violence.

My throat burned from the scream that never came. He faked my death. I was alive but to the world, I no longer existed. The thought twisted through my chest like a knife. He wasn’t just dangerous. He was gone too far gone. A psycho. A real one. And as the room swayed around me, as the blood slowly crept toward my feet, one thought burned through everything else, clear and sharp how the hell was I ever going to escape him? ****************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello my amazing readers!

Was I… Was I not who I thought I was? A sudden, chill feeling filled the library. My parents’ accident. The horrific, random tragedy that made me an orphan. A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Sab had always said it felt… intentional. The way the truck had swerved. The police had called it a tragedy and the case was closed. But now, the word “murder” whispered in the darkest corner of my mind.