Beyond Words Book Novels & Stories

He begged me to stop, and I struggled to control the catastrophic power of the nexus by mixing up the sentences, skipping a few to interfere with the manifestation. But my eyes were acting on their own. They glued themselves to the words and made sure I read all the parts I had missed. Even when I had reached the middle of the book, it took me all my strength to stop reading. The addiction with words was a hundred times worse than my addiction to drugs. I knew every big shot of the Blank Space was in the throne room with me and I had hoped when I unleashed the power of the nexus that it gave enough opportunity and time for Carys and others to escape.

Magenta. "I know that you might have a lot of fear inside you. It's never easy to get rid of those, I know but if you're not going to chase your dreams, who is going to do it for you? Your mail man? Your dishwasher? The people around you? No. There will not be anyone to chase your dreams for you. Always remember that." I said and before leaving the podium, "Go beyond your boundaries, you will never regret it." * * * "I'm sorry if we were late. You know already that I am managing this painting org for children. I couldn't leave as soon as I want." Dandara said to start off our conversation.

She finally whispered the words Crystal knew would break her heart just as the tears hit her hard. "She is gone. My baby is gone."

Her little brother Johan came into her room and pulled out the chair, not understanding her big sister's new whim. "Can you explain it to me? Why do you have so many books on sign language? I know you're a study freak, but I think you're exaggerating. You don't have to learn everything that inspires you even a little." Carla looked up at her brother and shook her head. "No, it's not a fad. I don't learn on a whim but because I have to do it to please Emma." "I don't understand what Michaël Keller's girlfriend has to do with it"

It served as a bridge between worlds, offering guidance, mentorship, and resources to those navigating their own paths of self-discovery. In the cosmic tapestry, Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal tome, known as the "Book of Radiant Truth." Its pages contained the sacred wisdom of countless authentic beings from across the multiverse, capturing the essence of Luna's story and the collective experiences of those who had embraced their authentic selves.

And the only sound in the room was from the water running in the bath. Sitting here, lost in thought, one could mistake me for a dumb lunatic. I haven't spoken more than six words since I got here. “Luna, your bath is ready” I didn't know when she got out of the bathroom and here she was standing a few feet away from me with a warm smile plastered on her face

"How could I expect him to still remember me? I must really think highly of myself to think Stanley would want to have anything to do with me! I freaking left him five years ago without a damn words!" By now, Amelia was walking through the long narrow passage that leads to her way out. She was staggering while walking and at the same time talking to herself which attract some customers stares when she got to the reception. "Miss, do you need help?" A receptionist asked. " Fuck off! Do I look like I need one? Who are you to help me? Oh yeah I suddenly remember I need your help! I need you to make Stanley remember me and Iove me!" " Can you? Huh, didn't you asked if I needed help? Are you ba

Words counts, words are magical essence of living with people in unity, teaching and bending people with the gift of my story telling. Did i call mental possession of peoples mind a gift...just a moment! Of course... yes what ever that was not yours and by talent or skills merited and it became yours is a present of skills and should be accorded. I would at last give credit to whosoever knew these stories from its start to its finish and can as well write in accord all the things which had been scripted in the bible that some were called scriptures ; that was what i was taught that these scriptures were words that were made flesh and was meant to dwell among us mankind. But these words were

I've got so many words left to say but I don't think now I ever can. As every second passes, my breath gets heavier and heavier and I lose my vision. "No" I can hear Leo and Marco both sobbing now. "I love you," I say to Leo before I can't speak no more. I fall into the sea of nothingness and let the waves drown me. (This is the prologue of the book, get ready to dive into the world of Italian mafias who will stop at nothing to get what they want. Love never stops them, hatred fuels them. Survival here is impossible, especially, when your heart is in both directions).