the passenger novel

When Peter Passenger's parents die, he becomes a man on a mission: a mission to find their killer, and a mission to find answers to those things his family has researched his entire life. But what secrets did his parents leave behind? <br><br>When the Mothman suddenly appears, Peter knows he must pursue him. Leaving everything important to him, Peter chases the Mothman and soon finds that a warning is not the only thing the Mothman wants to give him. <br><br>As Peter is confronted by demands of the legacy left by his parents, his love for a man who asks him to be someone else, and the seductive moves of the Mothman, he finds he must wrestle against his own desires and drives in ways he never thought he would.

At one in the morning, a cold rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows outside the operating room. I finished the last emergency surgery of my shift and strode toward the hospital entrance. My fiancé Rhys Crawford's black Range Rover was parked at the curb. His executive assistant, Stella Miller, was in the passenger seat. She was wrapped in Rhys's cashmere coat—my favorite of his—and clutched a custom thermos engraved with our initials: S&R. When she saw me approach, she lowered the window just enough to speak. "Savannah, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice soft. "My blood sugar is low, and I get terribly carsick in the back." Rhys, in the driver's seat, didn't move. "Stella just had a check-up; she's not feeling well. Just be considerate and take the back seat." I gripped the door handle, the sharp, clean scent of iodine from my recent disinfection still clinging to my skin. "So, where am I supposed to sit?" Rhys frowned. "In the back." Stella immediately turned, murmuring gently, "Savannah, why don't I just give you the seat? I can manage." She said she would move, but her hands only tightened her seatbelt. Rhys's voice hardened. "Savannah, don't make this difficult for her. She's not well." I nodded slowly. "Fine." I gently closed the car door. Rhys assumed I would walk around to the back. Instead, I turned and strode back through the hospital's main entrance. Five minutes later, I typed out a message: We're over, Rhys. The wedding is off.

Feeling tired and overwhelmed from her job in the Big Apple an unexpected gift allows Brooke to get the escape she is looking for. Lexi Martin wows us with her first erotic short story debut. Feeling tired and overwhelmed from her job in the Big Apple, an unexpected gift allows Brooke to get the escape she is looking for. High up in the mountains she shares a night of passion, with a sexy local, as a snowstorm moves in.

What appear to us is not often the reality, the reality itself does not exist. The reality is what is your belief and there are as many ralities as the people. Everyone thinks they know world, but all they know is how to fool themselves. Fool, such is our Vincent; for some he is, for some he is something else, but what is he to himself. Can he handle his reality?

The most wonderful feeling in the world is being in love. It is knowing that there is someone out there who is willing to spend their life with you. Someone you entrust your life. Someone you made promises with. And it came… someone willing to do it for you… but then, it's fate now that hinders. You had a wonderful life. You had it, now you've lost it. If you would have one more chance at it. Would you… grab the chance? Ysabelle Dominique Cortiz is a naive young girl once promised to a very handsome prince. Their families wished their union, but what will she do when she learns he always says no to his family's suggestion. Eric's mother was once promised to Ysabelle's father. But fate pulled them apart. They broke the families' agreement. They enraged the elders. Will Eric let fate pull him away? Or will he fight its urges? Will a Montano-Cortiz finally happen? Or will the third generation break another promise?

The first stop on my West Coast trip with Nico Falconetti, heir to Chicago's Falconetti crime family. I was parched, so I ducked into a convenience store for water. When I came out, the car was gone. I called him ten times. He rejected every single one. An hour later, he finally answered. I heard Isabella's voice. "I am so sorry, Rory. Nico swung back to get me. We just hit the freeway, so we'll be back in an hour, tops." After hanging up, I saw a flood of new comments on the social media post I’d made from Nico’s account before we left. Beneath a sea of "So jealous" and "Goals," was a comment from Isabella, complete with a pouting kaomoji: 【Going on a trip without me? I'm so hurt! 】 Nico had replied to her: 【Come downstairs. I’m coming back for you.】 I had to choke back a bitter laugh. Before this, Nico was too lazy to grab me a bottle of water when he got one for himself, too lazy to stop the car for me even when my place was on his way home. It was that very laziness that made me coax and pester him for a year and a half before he finally agreed to this pre-wedding West Coast trip—a trip he’d even planned himself. The change in Nico had kept me up for nights, my head spinning with possibilities. But now I understood. The change I had so desperately craved was something someone else could inspire so effortlessly.

In the abandoned town of Blackridge, a mysterious train arrives every night at 11:47 p.m., taking passengers who never return. Journalist Adrian Vale boards it to uncover the truth behind past disappearances. Inside, he finds lifeless passengers and learns from the strange conductor that they are trapped between death and memory. Eventually, Adrian discovers the horrifying truth: decades ago, a train crash killed many people due to his hesitation as a signal operator. Overwhelmed by guilt, he forgot his past and unknowingly became part of the “Last Train,” reliving the tragedy every night. In the end, he confronts his regret, accepts the truth, and finally frees himself—ending the train’s arrival forever.

Aryan’s pharmacy shift ends at midnight. To reach Amjhupi, he has only one option: Route 17, the last bus at 11:40 PM. But Route 17 crashed into the river 3 years ago. All 7 passengers died. Tonight the bus arrives on time. Old, fogged windows, silent driver. Six passengers sit without blinking. A woman in a wet white saree takes the seat beside him. She says he shouldn’t have sat in “his” seat. As the bus drives toward the collapsed bridge, Aryan learns the rule: no one leaves before the last stop. A short, fast-paced horror story set in Khulna. Perfect if you like ghost buses, cursed rides, and endings that follow you home. Read if you dare to catch the last bus.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"