12 01 Book Novels & Stories

Valentina held her breath, pulse pounding against her throat, the ledger heavy in her hand. The shadow didn’t move. The shadow loomed just beyond the stall door. A pair of shoes—black leather, scuffed at the toes—angled toward her. Valentina’s breath snagged in her chest. Her fingers tightened on the ledger, her red nails biting into the leather. A soft rattle at the lock. Her pulse thundered. The handle jiggled harder this time, the lock straining against the force. Then— A muffled grunt. A scuffle, quick and low. The sound of air being driven from lungs, the faint scrape of leather on tile.

"A-Alpha! It was Miss Sarah's orders! She said the location and lighting were perfect… she was turning this sanctuary, this place of healing, into her personal vanity room." A vanity room? She turned a place of healing, a sanctuary, into her personal powder room? The veins in my temples throb. It's the sign of my wolf about to break free. Just then, my eyes fall on a trash can in the corner. Next to a pile of rubble, I see a few crumpled white papers. That's… I walk over, my hands shaking, and pick up the wad of paper. I smooth it out. At the top, in bold letters: Decree of Separation.

I replied, staring back at both of them. Selene fell back on her chair, face twisted in annoyance. Mr Lucas stood up, walked inside and few seconds later, he walked out. In his hand was a huge book, it seemed old and had this eerie feeling. “What’s that?” I asked, stretching my neck to read what was written on the cover page but it was written in a strange language. “This,” He replied with a weird grin on his face as he dropped the heavy book on the floor. “Is the book of prophecies. In here contains all prophecies that has been released by the moon goddess.” He explained, glancing from I to Selene.

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I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

“The pages are blank.” “That’s what makes it useful.” He hovered his hand over a page of the book and murmured some words. The page glowed white light. “The light is an indication. It’s ready to answer my question. We get to ask a question per month. We only have one shot at this.” Lexa looked at the book, waiting for Elliot to say something. “O mighty book of answers; tell us how the gate of Seareign can be opened!” The glowing light stopped. A black and white picture was painted on the book by an imaginary hand. The picture of a snake was formed.

Celea landed again and show her brother the book she had found It had a black cover with absolutely nothing written on it and that wasn't even the weird thing about this book. The pages inside were also blank

Her cousin’s laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a silence that was heavy and disconcerting. Casey arched an eyebrow but did not look back. Her focus was caught by a peculiar title on the top shelf. Standing on her good foot, she stretched her arm out, grimacing slightly at the pull in her side. “What is this?” she murmured, pulling the book down. She studied the cover with a raised brow. ‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man.’ What is this? She turned the book over, skipping through the pages to see the content inside. She was about to tease Zazu about it when she noticed her cousin sitting quietly, her gaze distant. Something was wrong.

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"