Ambivalence Book Novels & Stories

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

Bending my mouth down to her pussy and pushing her fingers aside, I say, "here, let me help you with that." "Help me with what?" asks Amber, a recently hired, red-haired, high school girl with teen sized tits and a dynamite little ass. Her question breaks me out of my reverie and I realize I've spoken out loud. "Uh...with those books," I say, pointing to the books in her arms and trying to recover quickly. "Here let me take some." I glance over at the enthralling woman still browsing the sexuality section. "Sure. Whatever," she says, handing me half her books but looking at me quizzically. "Are you okay?" she asks.

Like they are in the storyline. - Again: I would like to warn everyone that this book is about AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentally and physically. So that means that I will be going into depth about all the manipulation and grooming that comes along with situations like these. At times you may hate Amber, or you may even relate to her if you have been in a similar situation as her. But again, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ~ Prologue: My whole life, I never really knew what it meant to lose yourself.

He turned back towards the cupboard which was glowing. He opened the door. Between the clothes, something was shining as bright as a diamond.It was the book-- The antabulam. He picked it up and suddenly it lost all its brightness. He opened the book, the but he couldn't understand anything that was written "It isn't German either. Which language is this?" He said to himself. He felt dizzy as he looked at the book. "I should probably sleep" He said as he kept the book on the table beside him and fell on the bed.

I sighed trying so well to hold the sudden anger and irritation that grew. My family always wanted me to do everything their own way and I wasn't the better version of any of them… no! Don't think about it. I didn't want to think about any of that, but I was certain that the almighty lord, Dylan Xavier was doing the wrong thing and he wasn't so perfect as he played to be. He had so many fucking flaws. “Annie?” “Y…yes” I said, jolting from my thoughts. “I asked why you would read these kind of books for Amelia”

Hello my beautiful readers and a hearty hello to my new readers as well. I am so grateful that you guys are taking the time out to read this book. I’m very appreciative. Just want to let you guys know we have reached the middle of the book. For those who are familiar with my stories know I don’t like to drag out a storyline for too long. With that said, I hope you guys are enjoying this book, I will have a new chapter tomorrow. In the meantime, please for those of you who have not checked out my completed book, please feel free to do so. It is called; AMBIVALENCE: An Interracial Billionaire Love Story.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text sacrificing itself in a puff of code‑ash. I felt the Authors’ intent in the way the world shifted. Not commanding me. Backing me. Like a crowd leaning against the same door I was trying to shoulder open. “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight. The hum surged, like a pleased laugh in fifty different voices. The administrator did not laugh. Its mass jerked as the invisible pushes hit. Screens knocked askew tried to snap back into formation and failed. A page‑cluster on one

I said sternly. "What, so you think you can just do that, I've been your assistant for two months and you choose to fire me the morning after we have sex?" She says. "Pretty much, yeah," I said with a shrug. "What, was I not good in bed?" She asks suddenly bold. In the past two months that Amanda has worked here, she's always been shy and very obedient. "Look, Amanda, I just don't mix business and pleasure, nothing personal" I said with a shrug.

Kaylila remembers what happened this afternoon, making her cheeks blush. "What am I supposed to do. What the devil possessed me. How did that happen? What about marriage with our covenants? I should be able to take care of myself. But, is that wrong? Maybe it's just a mistake. Ah, I don't know. Reset!!!" Kaylila's murmur makes the mbok gape. "Ma'am, what are you talking about? The mbok didn't hear." Ask the mbok. "Oh, don't say anything mbok." Say Kaylila again.