Bite-sized Book Novels & Stories

Instead I found a letter. The handwriting filled the screen before I registered what I was looking at, and my chest tightened the moment I recognized it. My father's handwriting. The careful, slanted script I used to find on birthday cards and margin notes in the books he loaned me, unmistakable even eight years after I'd last seen it in person. I sat frozen, my coffee going cold beside me, and started to read. *Elise, if you're reading this, it means Gideon has finally shown you who he really is.*

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

Defeated, she grabs a book from under a pillow: ‘How to take care of a baby chick: A guide for beginners’ . TBC

When you both reach the spacious living room, your eyes instantly fall to the three figures settled above the white puffy carpeted floor a few feet away from a modernized fire-heater. With a soft smile, your mom gives you a hug, whispering a faint I'll bring you something to eat before walking away to disappear somewhere around this five-thousand pieces of puzzle-like mansion. Great. You internally drawl to yourself, body suddenly flinches when you feel something-well maybe a someone hugging your feet. When you look down, a lump forms in your throat. There's a pair of huge ebony eyes looking up at you in a way that sends a shudder down your spine, and its face's holding way too much curiosit

Then he bit me. I gasped, jerking instinctively, but the bite was deliberate, scorching, searing. Pain and heat tore through my shoulder, and I couldn’t breathe. It was intimate, possessive, claiming in a way I had only ever dreamed in nightmares and fantasies. My body arched toward the pain, the pleasure, the burn, unable to resist the ancient call. “I ” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. And then he was gone. Just like that. Gone into the shadows before I could even scream, leaving me trembling, soaked, and utterly confused.

A vanity with bottles of perfume and oils that I know, without smelling them, are designed for Omegas. And in the corner of the room, beside the bed, is a Nest. I stop dead. It is not a real Nest. Not yet. But the materials are there—soft blankets in neutral tones, plush pillows, a circular mattress designed specifically for Nesting. It is empty, waiting. Waiting for me to fill it with my scent. Waiting for me to accept what I am. "Do you like it?" Mrs. Hartley asks. "I..." My throat is dry. "I don't Nest."

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

Bright started obviously forgetting everything about frying. "Hmm?" "We have to buy Br-braille... yeah, those books for Bubble. Little stories, because his teacher said they started teaching him the ABC things-" "Alphabet." I said hiding my laughter. "Shush, I know that. So the school gave us that Braille book with words.. like those cat, bat stuff. But we'll have to buy further ones." Bright explained.

I said. "Since before breakfast," she said. "Luna," I said. "I needed to read everything," she said. "Not just what Serin summarized. The actual materials. You cannot understand the full shape of what something has been doing by reading someone else's summary of it. You have to read the thing itself." "And what have you found," I said. She reached into the stack and she pulled out the small book that had been at the center of the table. It was slim. Illustrated. The kind of book made for very young children, for the earliest years of school.