Ararat Book Novels & Stories

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Rah too grabbed a few, and all of them trotted behind Arthur carrying at least forty books of different sizes, shapes and colors. **~** “Wow!” Rah exclaimed as he looked at the table at which all the books were now neatly stacked. “What are we looking for?” Arthur hesitated. “If you don’t trust me, feel free to read through all these. How long will it take you? Two months, three? I am a very fast reader, I think with us together, we can find whatever you are looking for about Mila,” Rah suggested. “Why do you think it is about Mila?” Arthur snapped.

He almost felt warm all over, and for the first time he noticed just how breathtakingly beautiful she was. Christian Ayettey groaned inwardly. What the fuck was happening to him?

"Hey Marcus, what does the book say?" Arisa carefully slide a finger over the binding of the book. I did not really want to read any of it in front of her. I have no doubt that some of the things held within the book may be harsh and brutal. It is for the Demon King of course. "It is uhhh... It is for the ritual I will have to partake in when I finally defeat my uncle." She looked over at the book curiously. She reached for it but I pulled it back away from her.

"This is my and Kazuo's crazy game book. Maroon is mine, Scarlet is Kazuo's. Those are the names of women that we have put in here. Yeah, into the persecution room." "What a bitch!" I cursed. My hands are shaking even to hold this book, let alone to read it. Ozgur took this book in my hand, then he stepped into the fireplace, and he threw the Red Book there. "Yes, I am." said him. "I'm a total bastard, Ara. Here I am... I've already told you all my secrets. In fact, I feel it would be inappropriate to ask you to stay with me." Ozgur looked at me with a sad look, then he sat back on the couch. "Are you disgusted with me, Ara? I'm just a stain in your life."

One by one, their lights faded from the display. Not failures. Farewells. Ama watched quietly. Another chapter ending. Another responsibility finally laid down. The book on the desk suddenly rustled. A page turned. Then another. Then another. The remaining blank pages flipped gently in the breeze. Until the book reached its final section. A single folded page. Different from the others. Sealed. Arthur noticed immediately. “Was that there before?” “No,” Naomi whispered. It hadn't been. Or perhaps it had. Waiting.

Arzhel said, and started to cover my body with a blanket. Then he kissed my forehead before he left, which made me unable to speak any words to reply to him. He turned off the main lights, and just turned on the lamp light beside our beds. I tried to close my eyes, but I was still observing them. Arzhel sat beside Arriana and opened the book. “Ready?” he asked. “Yes,” Arriana answered. He started reading in a calm voice. “The princess walked in the forest,” he read. Arriana listened quietly while hugging her pillow.

"Lady Araida went out into the woods and would be back later today and Scarlett went for her training session by the waterfall. Any problem you look-," "Tired? Yes, I know," "I was going to say disturbed, but yeah," "Have you ever seen ghosts before or floating books?" I asked him lowering my voice as if I was saying some kind of secret. "No, Valeria I'm not one of the chosen," "That's too bad, I have to wait for Araida. The book I was reading was floating and it opened a page for me." "That's pretty cool, must be nice being chosen," he said. "And it must be nice being a sorcerer," I responded.

Suddenly, a rustling of the bushes, and turning around, Arachne reappeared with a small, leather-bound book clutched in her hand. "This is for you," she said, holding out the book. "It's your history, Derek. Your true history." I took the book under a feeling of trepidation and excitement. What secrets would it hold? And what about learning things about myself? I took the book in my hands with some feelings of trepidation mixed with excitement. As I opened the cover, some musty smell came out, and I began flipping through its pages. The text in it was in some very ancient language that I couldn't recognize, but as soon as I touched its pages, something strange clicked-a sort of buzzing in th

Fire started around us, making me frown in confusion before turning to Eli whose eyes were red as she started a low chant, making sure that the pack was eaten by fire. Arturo tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me back from the mad woman who seemed to be blinded by the sudden rage that she just entered, glaring daggers at the two of us despite her glowing eyes as the fire started emerging from all around us, burning the trees, walls of the houses, and the ground beneath our feet.