127 Hours The Book Novels & Stories

that I had built from nothing was now one of the group's most profitable subsidiaries. The HR director nearly spilled her coffee when she saw my resignation letter. "Ms. Shaw, you're resigning? Does Mr. Carter know?" I smiled faintly. "He's swamped right now." Seeing the flash of sympathy in her eyes, I knew the entire company was watching my embarrassment play out. Back at the western suburbs villa, this place had once been our quiet retreat, somewhere we'd occasionally stay for peace. My small fragrance studio was still here. While packing, I found a yellowed note tucked inside a book called "The History of Perfume". It was Alex's handwriting, youthful yet bold.

After a journey of over ten hours, I finally arrived at my parents' house abroad. I had been worried about adapting to the new environment, but aside from a few days of jet lag, I adjusted quickly. My mom planted flowers and fruit trees in the yard. The climate here was mild, and everything grew well. My dad's job was marginal, and most of our savings had been frozen. But here, I felt at ease.

I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention. The edges of the book in my hands were turning white, frost creeping over the pages like delicate lacework. I was blatantly failing. With a sharp exhale, I announced.“It’s freezing again.” From the couch across the room, Khalid let out an amused chuckle. “But hey, you held it longer this time.” “Two hours,” I quirked a brow in question as I glanced up to meet his face. He was grinning, all pearly whites in sight, looking far too relaxed for someone watching me unwillingly turn a self-help book into a Popsicle. Flavor? Bland useless knowledge with a sprinkle of aged dust.

He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer. "What is wrong with you four?" Rasmore asked, holding his nose. For the past month, they had been stuck up in the ancient library without food, water, or baths. Only after they gave up were they willing to come out, but with piles of magic books that they had decided to re-read in case they had left some lines behind. "What happened?" Hashmuk asked, walking towards them. He grabbed Kelvin, checking to see if he was okay, but Kelvin just pushed him away.

The child continued to cry even harder. Lei busied himself checking his belongings on his bag. After a while, he took the book he purchased online, the day before yesterday, intending to read the synopsis on the back. His flight back to his company this time takes approximately 15 hours of travel. For this reason, he especially made sure to take a book with him to pass the time.

Above the desks hung large screens displaying what looked like surveillance footage from numerous foreign locations. On the opposite wall were countless glass cabinets with a vast arsenal of weapons. Under a warm light was an old wooden bookshelf adorned with ancient inky treasures lined by size. The wood on the bookshelf looked like it was once a part of a mighty ship that had washed up on a beach one day. But, now finally sat in its forever harbour, in this room. A sturdy steel table stood in the middle, with documents and maps scattered over its shiny surface. Around it stood a group of familiar people.

I'm almost at the end of the book that I found a while ago, I'm slowly getting bored as time passes by for it was only useless but what can I do? I need to find something and I can't just discard this book and find another clue without checking all the pages in it. I wasn't really reading it, I was just flipping it till I reached the three-fourth of it. I'm only reading the last and the first sentence to check something that is not connected in it and that is when the content suddenly changed and all of it seems to not be completed. The first ones are about predictions of the past people of what the future will be but this seems to just be added here by someone. I think this book has been ex

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

He was willing to endure the grueling toll of endless travel across the globe. Not only that, but he didn't seek out any other women during that year. No matter how Chloe threatened, tempted, or pressured him, he never gave up searching for me. Little did he know, I'd been in the uninhabited polar region the entire time. It was a frozen expanse stretching for thousands of miles that was cut off from the world. It was a true sanctuary on earth and a place he could never hope to reach. A year was more than enough time to heal all my scars and reshape me into someone new.

Even if we didn't share a drop of blood, I had just crawled out of a relationship that had destroyed me. "I’m sorry, Damian. I just ended things. I can't think about 'us' right now. I just want to focus on the business." "Then I’ll wait for you," he said softly. He led me back to my room. He had already set everything up—my favorite lavender candles were burning, and he’d prepared a gourmet dinner. Watching him take care of the little things, I felt a strange sense of peace. This was a warmth I had never felt with Luca.