50 Book Novels & Stories

“I… what is all this, Sam? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?” I mutter while fixing the bed. “Wait, Tela… trust me… I—” “Trust you? Seriously? I hear you telling that other woman that all of this is just fun for you, then you come back, give me a dress… take it off me… and the best part! You give me a book—some… some… thing—and tell me to read it!” I shout, furious.

It was filled almost entirely with Dawn’s resentment toward me and Justin comforting her. [As if stealing my dad from me since I was little wasn’t enough, now she wants to take his money too! I hate her so much! Justin, you won’t actually fall for her, will you? You know, I never had a father’s love growing up. You’re all I have. You’re the only person I can rely on.] [Baby, think about it. She’s five years older than me. How could she ever be right for me? Don’t overthink it. You’re the only one for me, and you always will be.]

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

I asked, finally breaking the silence. Shane didn’t respond right away. He stared at me as if weighing the consequences of breathing me in too deeply. Then finally, he stepped closer. “I choose the one that gets results.” he replied faintly. I raised a brow. “You’re saying you want to join me?” I asked. “I’m saying,” he said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a sleek black envelope, “I have something big. And I want you in on it.” I took the envelope, opened it, and found a glossy invitation. Black and gold. Elite. Embossed with the emblem of the YBA Circle Foundation — a name that wore charity like perfume, but stank of dirty money underneath.

"Fifty." The square erupted. People were shouting now, pushing to see who would pay such a price for a human slave. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand. The trader's mouth hung open. He looked at Garrett, but the scarred alpha had gone pale. Slowly, he shook his head and backed away. "Sold!" The trader's voice cracked. "Sold to the hooded bidder for fifty gold pieces!" Guards rushed forward and cut the ropes from my wrists. My hands were numb. Everything felt like a dream, hazy and unreal.

Joana found a large blue book one day titled ‘the council of five.’ She didn’t know if it was the right one, but she hoped it would be as she felt her eyes were going to fall out any moment over the countless number of texts she had to read for the past few months before she was able to find this one.

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Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

I sat down, my heart still hammering against my ribs, and pulled my books from my bag. My movements were stiff; every time I reached for a notebook, the bruise on my side flared with a dull, throbbing heat, but I gritted my teeth and ignored it. I couldn’t look weak in front of him. Not after begging like that. Mr. Frank leaned forward, pulling a heavy textbook toward him. “We are going to see exactly how much you don’t know, Aurora Scott. Open to page 142.” I did as I was told, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped the pages. I could feel his green eyes tracking my every move. He wasn’t looking at the book; he was looking at me.

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.