Book Narratives Novels & Stories

"The place where every unfinished story is abandoned." The room became still. The woman frowned. "A place can't move." "No," the First Reader replied quietly. "It isn't a place anymore." "It became... hungry." The bright point continued drifting across the map. Each line it consumed vanished forever. Adrian watched several glowing paths disappear. "What happens to those stories?" The White Book answered before anyone else could. Fresh words appeared across its pages. They are forgotten before they are ever imagined. A chill ran through the room. The boy slowly closed the nameless notebook.

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

I feel around my bed to look for my phone so I can use the flash. After finding my phone and turning on the flash light , I see my bed slightly disheveled but not slept in. I realize that my night light had not been turned on , and my college books still lay open on my desk. My laptop is closed , but by the light that peeks from the on switch I know that it was never turned off. I place my thumb at the side of my head while rubbing my forehead with the rest of the four fingers. I think hard , thinking back to when I decided to nap. I recall never wanting to nap , or deciding to.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Ernest wrote in the journal that evening, after Don had gone to the kitchen garden for the late-afternoon walk that had become his habit in the thirteenth year: Don has begun the ground-knowledge book. The form is the narrative — the doing to the knowing, the inside account's form. The argument and the form are the same thing. He is writing in the study with a different rhythm than the essay writing. The narrative carries its own forward motion. The pauses are the catching-up rather than the finding. This is also what the journal is. The doing recorded, the understanding arriving in the recording. The form that has been here for thirteen years is the form the next book needs.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

As it was the time of recess, the library was almost empty except for the receptionist. Greeting her with a smile, I made my way to my usual table and took the book out of my bag. The book that I had borrowed from the pack library. The title read 'Tales Of The Mates" and the the book itself contained the real stories of the fated as well as chosen mates of the past Alphas. I had already read more than half of the book and I must admit that it was getting on my nerves now. Out of all the entries I have read so far, most of the happy endings were of the fated mates.

The lightest moment in a story that had contained almost no light at all. I noticed the book on his nightstand the following week. Not a pregnancy book. Not a business strategy guide. Not any of the texts I'd seen him read during our time together. A different kind of book. The title was something about understanding patterns and breaking cycles. The kind of book that therapists recommend to clients who are ready to examine the machinery that produced them.

’ [After reading chapter 27 in this book, you have to unlock chapter 21 of that book because chapters are a bit longer in that book] * This is the longest novel that I have ever written. I still can’t believe that I have come this far. Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) [Upcoming by the end of October 2022] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

As he unfurled it on the table, I leaned in closer, my heart pounding with excitement. "This is the Map of Narratives," Lex explained. "Legend has it that it holds the key to unlocking the realm where all stories converge." My eyes widened as I scanned the intricate lines and symbols on the map. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before - a labyrinth of intersecting paths leading to uncharted territories. "We must follow these paths," I said, my voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within me.