Beyond Words Book Novels & Stories

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).

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

Her presence commanded the room. My pale skin burned at her glow. Her eyes shone brightly, the bright light illuminated the room. Her magical essence captured the room and filled the both of us. She looked right into my eyes, her voice like thunder and shook the ground beneath us. “You must walk the sacred journey. You must walk the journey of Axula immediately…”

A gust of wind blew through the camp. Far beyond the firelight, a small book opened itself. And somewhere deep in its middle, a blank page filled with new words: “She remembered. And because she remembered, the world changed.”

Faced with my coldness, he could only stand there, looking helpless. His hand, suspended in midair, slowly dropped. He let out a bitter laugh and said, "I was asking for too much. Sorry about that. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I guess it's my turn now." My heart skipped a beat. Out of instinct, I warned him, "Don't talk about life and death like that." Edward gave a bitter smile to me before leaving. I took a deep breath as I watched him go. Then, I shut the door and collapsed onto the floor, feeling drained.

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised. The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me. The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.

to push back the boundaries of the "All." "It’s the 'Last-Breath' of the 'Nothing'," Lucas’s roar echoed through the collapsing dimensions. "It wants to 'Close-the-Book,' but we are 'Writing-Faster' than it can 'Read'! We are 'Inflating' the 'Story' into 'Infinity'!"