Ari Melber Book Novels & Stories

I was sitting there, thinking about the sorts of information that should be recorded in such a book when Melanie walked in, an odd look on her face, something between a smile and a timid questioning stare. “Hi, Mel,” I said, looking at her with an arched eyebrow. “Everything okay?” “I think so,” she said, walking slowly as she crossed the room and sat down in a chair near where I was perched on the end of the couch. “Sam said you made something… a little… bizarre.” I just stared at her for a moment, wondering where she was going with this. “I guess so,” I said, assuming she meant the unicorn. “Is it true then? Is that why Nuthatch freaked out and went flying up to his room?”

I feel like I’ve just been launched down a bowling lane by Thor herself, smacked by every single pin, and left face-down in the neon gutter of confusion. “So instead of lying, they just don’t talk?” “Yeah, my brothers have these odd quirks. Had … I think they’ve outgrown most of them.” “Odd how?” I ask, bracing for psychological horror. Mel’s face twists. “Ug, I don’t know … like … that frickin pet spider Jackson got. Trainer was her name … HUGE fucking tarantula ― ugly as shit.” She quivers and pulls a vexed face. “Looked like Satan’s bath loofah.”

Elen muttered while nestling into his embrace. “I really have a son?! Was that even possible?” Danison asked, still in disbelief. “I’ll explain everything to you. Let’s go first,” Elen said with a soft smile as she leaped onto Danison’s back again. *** “Having fun?” Melissa asked as she gave Jerry, who was panting like a dog on its last leg, gracing him with a hard-core flying kick that lifted him up and flung him into the river. Jerry could only helplessly fall. He was getting weak as he had used up almost all his strength. In the end, Melissa was winning, even if he had remembered most of his memories.

Mel rushed to open it, walking right through me like I wasn’t even there. “Damn it! What took you so long? Is it done?” he asked… Elysia as she stepped inside. She was carrying what looked like… a bucket? The same bucket she heard before she gutted me. “It’s done,” Elysia replied, placing the bucket on the table, and it was the same bucket with my heart inside. “Finally,” Mel replied, taking the lid off, and that’s when I heard it beating. My body moved as though pulled by a magnet, and I took slow steps toward them, drawn by the sound. “Are you sure it’s not going to stop?” he asked, now looking at her.

Emelia did not understand why the woman spoke so casually about a man as cold as Fredrick Camfrey like he was some toddler on best behavior. To her, the man was not only the coldest but the meanest. He was full of himself and she could never see him in the same light as the nana before her. Emelia did not want to break the pitiful woman's heart, hence she settled for the option of keeping her thoughts to herself. One year was all she had to put up with before the clock hit and she would once again be single and free as a bird. “Yeah…I do like reading,” Emelia replies reluctantly. She walks over reaching out for the books and unexpectedly, every book on the shelf was not only from her favorit

he asks, his hand hovering over my arm. I nod, unable to meet his gaze. I'm still so embarrassed that I literally shouted my feelings for him, and I don't think even the most extreme life or death situation will erase that. Damon brushes dust off his pants. "Well, that was fun." "Fun?" Elena scoffs. "That was terrifying!" Damon shrugs. "Hey, it's not every day you get to fight off giant beetles with your bare hands." I can't help but laugh, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. "I guess you're right."

“Esmerelda is not responsible for what happened to Melanie. Nor is she a police officer who is required to investigate what happened. She’s a guest in this house just like the rest of you. I would appreciate your consideration in this matter.” Ignoring the open glowering and snide remarks that were being whispered about me and my association with the very coveted Lance Northrup, I closed my eyes to see if I could get an impression from the house as to what happened. All I could get were the words, ‘The other side of the mirror.’ They made absolutely no sense to me, even though they sounded in my head over and over again. Frustrated and irritated, I walked to the far side of the room, a

Elmer was getting more and more inflamed. "I listened to what you explained earlier. The proof is that I can repeat all the lesson well," Leora said again. This time Elmer was really dead of fleas. Everything Leora said was indeed not wrong. There is no prohibition on writing or not the lessons they are currently attending. Finally Elmer handed over Leora's writing book and walked away leaving the girl. As he passed Leora, a smooth whirring was again felt in Elmer's chest. "What else is this?" asked Elmer silently. He immediately looked back. With his eyes Elmer looked at the rays surrounding Leora's body. Elmer was silently stunned by it. For a few seconds the room became quieter.

“Mel, I need you to go back to the cabin. I can’t concentrate knowing you’re in danger. There is a secret room if you pull the right book on the bookcase. It’s navy blue with gold and silver sketch of a boat on the spine. Go, please. I need you to be safe.” She had a confused look to her, but then looked around then at me. I gave the nod telling her to go, “Go, I’ll be there soon.” She turned and ran. One wolf chased her, and I leaped in its path. That’s when I heard Mel let out a scream. There must have been more than I anticipated. The black and white wolf got up and rejoined the other three. I went for the weakest and snapped its neck. Then the black and white one, cutting his belly open

Eliza nods, “It was a gift from Benny. It’s an interesting book.” She opens it to a random page, which had a lot of sketches and illustrations of the shifting process, it also had detailed notes about various aspects and refers back to the pictures where necessary. Apparently, she’d gotten the hang of it quicker than the book suggested. Callie hums, ‘Not your first time ever, just the first in a long time.’ Eliza nods, smirking to herself. Merlin returns and looks over her shoulder,