Ari Melber Book Novels & Stories

My mouth was suddenly dry as an icy wave hit me. I was shivering, feeling some moisture begin to gather in my eyes as I waited for his answer. "Yes." He simply replied, the shocked look on his face intensifying. The sob I had been holding back escaped my lips. This can't be. It made no sense whatsoever. This can't be a book, because there was no way anyone would ever get into one. Absolutely not. But then he confirmed it. All the little details I had learned from the single page I had read from Mel's copy are right before my eyes.

Libra Erianto pinched his Little Mel’s nose lovingly and adorably. “We’re off first, Grandpa, Grandma… I haven’t eaten anything since this morning…” lied Little Melita still feeling uneasy, jumpy and a little bit nervous. She pulled her Libra Darling’s hand to walk away from Mr. Apollo, Mrs. Columba, Gemini Erianto and Cindy Zita. “Why do you pull me further from them, Melita Darling?” asked Libra Erianto slightly frowning his forehead. “Or else, you’ll also spill the beans telling them about my pregnancy… I think it’s wiser to tell Grandpa and Grandma later on, Libra Darling…” said Melita Tionadi slightly massaging her chest for a quick moment.

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’m Dr. Elena-Mari Burden. I had hoped to meet you under different circumstances.” I stare at her hand for half a second before shaking it. Mine is trembling. “What’s wrong with Mel?” She picks up the chart. Her eyes flick up to mine — startled, almost. Like my question surprised her. She raises one finger slowly. Opens her mouth. Closes it again. “Okay … eh … yes …” Yes, what? She makes a strange circling motion with her hand. Then scratches her head. Dad and Doc Barney are both staring at Mel’s abdomen now. Not her head. Not the bandage. Her stomach.

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.”

" Not yet, I'd find another way” " What's with you and Lucy, Gael?” Darian asked, sitting back down. " What do you mean?" Gael shot at him and walked out, Darian shrugged and walked into his study. *** Meliora's POV How am I supposed to read this? I continued to stare at the book with a really boring cover. Damn! I flipped the page and chapter 1 *the sun turned dark emerging with a great light* Seriously? Is this a poem or what?

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."