Be Careful What You Wish For Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

"The appearance of the book is the appearance of evil. Many will go after the book. Many will covet it. You must destroy the book in a cave with the ever-burning fire. You must cross the seven rivers and seven mountains" "The book must be destroyed?" Kelvin asked in surprise. "Isn't the book said to grant power to anyone who owns it?" Stella stared at him and then at the rest of them. "You must destroy the book. None of you must desire the book. If you do, it's death. It's is better you listen to me" Stella had a very serious look on. "I can smell betrayal among you. Only the carrier of the book will not desire it". She pointed at them, one after the other. "Do not desire the book. Don't. Th

Like it or not, they are tangled together in a web of deceit, danger and desire that will either lead to their downfall or might just be their saving grace. I will give an update here when it becomes available! All the best, Cara Update: Book 2 A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas is up now on the GN App!!

Whatever he was planning, it promised to be something truly sinister. ___ Wishing all my readers a New Year filled with joy, inspiration, and endless adventures. May your days be as vibrant and captivating as the stories we create together! - Author Page Slayer

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

Without hesitation, I opened the book to the first page. The pafes were filled with elegent handwritings, seemingly written. As I leaf through the pages, o realized that it's not just any ordinary book and it made me wonder because it looked so weird. There was absolutely no picture at the front, neither was there a name that identified the author who wrote the book. Was this the book we were searching for? Why was it in Cassandra's room? Had she been pretending all along that this book was yet to be found? I felt a breeze coming from no where as I looked into the book, till I opened a page and saw a note inside. I took it and opened it. 'If anybody sees this book except the one who is chose

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

Finally, I nodded, slowly pulling the book from its hiding place and extending it toward the old woman. As she reached out for the book, her chains rattled, an evocative sound that echoed in the cave. With an unsettling, toothy smile, she gratefully accepted the book. Once the book was in her possession, the old woman's demeanor shifted. Gleeful anticipation danced in her eyes as she promised to grant us one wish. However, a warning followed her words, reminding us that the path of magic required sacrifices and unwavering dedication. Aiden and I exchanged a nervous glance.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

ABBY He takes my hand and presses the liquor cabinet, then it swings open. The door looks like it can only fit one person. “Well, that’s new. What I’ve seen are bookshelves.” “Yeah, you’re right. The liquor cabinet is my passage. So, can we keep it as our secret?” He winks at me, and instead of giggling, I smile and bite my lip. “Sure, when one of us is dead.” “Funny. Can we not talk about death?” He’s still holding my hand, and I can’t help but tighten the grip as it feels good. He closes the door behind me and flicks the light open.