Book If These Walls Could Talk Novels & Stories

At that exact moment, aboard a private jet already hundreds of miles away, a shrill warning sound suddenly rang in Lucien’s ear. [Warning! Warning! The novel’s female protagonist has died. World collapse is imminent.] Lucien’s eyes widened in shock.

And crap I think I broke my booty, no more booty calls. “Stupid wall which crackhead made a wall in the middle of the street” I mutter to myself, but ladies and gentlemen... The wall replies... “It's you clumsy women that conjure up evil plans in your head in the middle of the day and are unaware of your surroundings” that’s it. Hold my earrings, imma beat this wall... Wait since when can walls talk? I look up and see a tall, very tall, man.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

"This might be something." Ethan hurried over as Sophia pulled the book. A faint click echoed through the room, followed by the creak of wood shifting. A section of the wall began to move, revealing a narrow passageway hidden behind the towering bookshelves. Lily’s eyes widened. "Whoa! This is like a movie!" Ethan glanced at Sophia, his expression a mixture of awe and apprehension. "This is it. Are you ready?" Sophia nodded, her resolve firm. "Always."

But I froze in place. Something was…definitely different. My lips parted as I stepped inside the room. The entire left wall was now covered in its entirety by a massive, oak, wall to wall bookshelf. Every single cranny of it, crammed full with…textbooks.

Emma asked, her voice bouncing off the walls. “No,” Elliot said. “This feels older. Like it’s been here longer than the house itself.” Emma’s silence told him she didn’t find that comforting. At the bottom of the stairs, they stepped into a large, circular chamber. The walls were lined with carvings—strange, intricate patterns that spiraled and twisted in ways that hurt to look at for too long. The room was empty, save for a pedestal at its center, upon which rested a small, leather-bound book.

maybe scout for more books that I could read the next time I came here, or maybe take home. ‘You should perhaps drop that last thought,’ El warned. I didn’t grace El with a response. My eyes first connected to the markings on the wall I had read the first time I came here. It was all about the prophecy and some warnings about making deals with those cursed by the gods, whatever that meant. It wasn’t any of my business. I left the markings and checked out more books. I was in the fifth aisle when I heard the sound—croaky, heavy, thick, frightening, all at the same time.

Wherever I move in the room, it feels like her gaze follows me. I try to ignore it. I pick up an old book from the shelf. I turn on the antique radio. But as the clock ticks closer to noon, I begin to hear it. Faintly. A whisper. From inside the wall. At first, I think it’s mice. But... no. This is a voice. Speaking. “Run…” “Hide…” “He’s coming back tonight…” I freeze. I press my ear against the wall. And then I hear it more clearly. As if someone—or something—is speaking from the other side of the wall.

“Whoever gathers gossip will come again. Until then, our house must stay boring.” Toward evening, Lunathiel appears briefly. Her gaze measures us, unshining. “You do what can be done,” she says. “The rest is not the wall’s concern.” I don’t ask her to stay. It wouldn’t be proper. Tonight, closing runs smoothly. Locks turn in one rhythm, the kitchen chime barely audible, storage taps drawn simultaneously. The eastern signal stays silent; the wall gives nothing back. The stones are quiet. Best music there is.