127 Hours The Book Novels & Stories

But, I am sure she will make it out, and so does everybody, hopefully, soon someone will come to rescue us. Hopefully… **** TICK … TOCK … I don’t know how much time had passed, but it was a few more hours, I could hear people’s stomachs growling from hunger and so did mine. I looked down at George, he was sleeping on my lap, and his mother curled in the corner. She must be hungry too, but the food… Who’s going to ask for it? What happened last time was too disgusting for me, and I don’t intend to get that jerk's hands on me again.

Silas’s Point of View Cardinal Valenki had set it up for me to go to the library I requested and after checking in, someone led me to where I needed to go. I have my reference number for the book stack and number of the book, which was book twelve twelve. I didn’t have an author name or any additional information. I found the stack I needed and the book twelve twelve was wedged between two much larger books, I pulled out the book it was a small leather-bound book with nothing on the cover. I opened the first page and the inner page read. ‘The disbandment of the seven.’

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

I had come up at two-fifteen with the book and the specific and minor logistical preparation of a woman who had learned to prepare for the possibility of being locked out of places, which meant the book and the water and the specific and small and unremarkable fact of the granola bar in the pocket of my cardigan that I had put there without thinking about putting it there because the putting-there had stopped requiring thought approximately eight years ago and had simply become the motion of a hand toward a pocket that was part of the motion of leaving a room. I had been reading for an hour and forty minutes. The pool was still. The season had not yet arrived at the temperature that brought

Between territories, between caves, between the lines on the map where jurisdiction ended and open wilderness began. Seventy-two hours, the top of the board reminded us, in Amelia’s careful script. I looked at it, and said nothing.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.