Blessing In Disguise Book Novels & Stories

She is a warrior after all. “You noticed the servants my dear, I noticed what they were carrying.” “How did you know what it was?” I ask flipping through the pages. It’s a book full of every potion imaginable. “You don’t live as long as I do without knowing what to look for in places like that.” Bess says with a wink. “Did anyone see you?” I ask, suddenly worried that a book of this importance going missing is sure to be noticed. Bess shrugs. “Eh, by the time they realize it’s gone and who took it- we’ll be someone else.” Bess flips through the pages and lands on a disguise potion. We look at the concoction and read the results.

a book written by Ezeh Blessing. I picked the book from the school library earlier today. I flipped the page and soon, I was deeply engrossed in the book. I hated the master as he treated Galene harshly at first but when I got to the part where he started treating her well, I smiled all through enjoying the story. I was still engrossed in my book when I felt a presence hoover above me settling on my desk. I raised my head and frowned when I saw who it was.

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold. “ As I cried , I felt this magnificent power shoot through me. It was scary as I saw a flower shooting up from the pot plant of soil that laid barren on our balcony for so many days. I remember rushing to your father , waking him from his sleep to tell him what happened. As days went by , your father and I stayed busy at the library , finding any information that could explain what had been happening. Eventually , we stumbled on to the truth – I am a witch Rosemary , my parents must have been a witch and wizard.” I listen to her , flabbergasted. Witches are said to be evil and vile creatures , but here she is

Xion’s lips parted as he questioned the lady, “You’re kidding, right? True Blessing is a myth.” Sierra glared at him and tiredly answered, “It’s not. It’s right in front of your eyes, Xion.” Gray looked up at the two people who glared at each other for the hundredth times already. “G-guys, what’s a True Blessing?” His question did work as Sierra averted her focus to the kid. Her eyes clearly showed uneasiness and complicated things that she hadn’t share.

So, seeing how far this book came and hearing you guys say that you like it, makes me speechless in a good way. *I am this crazy overthinking person, and if it was left with me, I would have assumed "Living as a billionaire" as the worst and given up on it. But you guys, you all made this book happen with the constant comments, gems, reviews, and purchases of the chapters. *Usually, I'm always shocked when I see the insane amount of gems this book gets in a day and I'm like, "They love it?!" So from the bottom and top of my heart, I say, "Thank you."

Obviously, I was alone, so I explored the house and found the library. I wasn’t particularly fond of books, but I went inside and started looking around. That’s when I found a history book with detailed records about prosperity. As I read, I realized it was indeed written there: there would be one person, gender not mentioned, who would be so blessed by the Moon Goddess that they wouldn’t be able to turn into a werewolf. It could be called a curse, or maybe being human, and I guessed that was me. I had never turned into a werewolf. I had never shifted. So indeed, I was that blessed person, I told myself while reading.

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

The first pages of the book were typically a story of my mother's childhood, teenage life and all that, nothing worth reading. But as I went further, my eyes caught a text written in bold letters. “The one to mend the bridge between two worlds.” “What does that even mean?” I scoffed, reading further. After about ten minutes of glancing through each page aimlessly, I was fed up. “This is trash,” I muttered, closing the book. “Waste of my precious time,” I added, my face twisted in a frown. But just before I dropped the book, a little paper fell from it, landing on my thighs.