Book Of Wisdom Volume 2 Harry B Joseph Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

"F i r s t... l i f e. H e a l e r... n i g h t... j a s m i n e ... a n d... d i e d... i n... t h e... h a n d s... o f... w o l f... s p i r i t. S e c o n d... l i f e. S a m e. I... w o n d e r... i f... y o u r... l i f e... i s... p a t h e t i c... o r... y o u... l i k e... l i v i n g... i n... m i s e r y." He clicked his tongue and the book disappeared from his hand. He put his chin on the back on his hand and stared at her who was standing silently. "Why are you with him? Can't you see these red flags."

Immediately, I clasped my hands together, muttering a silent prayer to God, begging for forgiveness, pleading for all the anger and hatred to be cleansed from my heart. As I finally drifted off to sleep on the makeshift bed, I found myself mentally reciting all the teachings I had ever learned. Surprisingly, it worked like a calming balm. A sense of peace, a quiet assurance, settled over me, knowing that I was under the Lord's watchful eye, protected from any evil, even the snoring kind.

When one idea is not working shift your thinking to a different one. My daily routine now in order to cancel stress was to just read books on business and Christian literature. I searched for wisdom like a hungry man. I told myself that what if Solomon's wisdom came as a result of studying. I really did carry out much study. Paul says to Timothy 2 Timothy 2:15 Study to show thyself a workman not to be ashamed. That's what I started to do day and night. I read on Angels, Holy Spirit, marriage, salvation, forex trade and business in general. I did this for weeks that my mind was now in volume of much literature.

The intentional neglect of this corner was a deliberate choice, a testament to the charm of the untouched and the allure of secrets waiting to be unraveled. Settling into a plush chair, Joseph cradled the book in his hands. The worn cover spoke of countless hands that had sought its wisdom, and the yellowed pages whispered tales of eras long past. As he opened the book, the fragrance of aged parchment wafted through the air, creating an olfactory tapestry that intertwined with the silent narratives within.

I pushed all the old books in annoyance. There was a vase just beside it which I broke. I scattered everything still having no satisfaction. Coming down on my feet, I cried in disgust and so much pain. I began hitting the floor with anger. It was then I noticed something on the ground. A particular book stood out from others on the floor. It laid opened and there were words carved on it: “A wolf with powers never forgets his abilities.” Then there was another one. “And when darkness entails, I will lift you up.”

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

It has been too long since I opened the door. The drowsiness started to drift and soon I was able to think straight. I have been collecting valuables and various books since childhood. Since every battle. Some of them were relics, I gathered from the fallen alphas who once stood in my path. Others carries much more values as they carry the wisdom of millennia and some powerful spells I stole from Hecate before breaking our paths. I opened the lower most drawer knowing there were only two books, one with titled ‘The book of curses and potions’ and another I was looking for, ‘The book of Dead’. I didn’t open it and put it in my bag before walking out my study.

"God, no," I said as Lucas showed me a picture of a man who had grown a red beard, perhaps trying to hide his double chin, from his iPad. He looked almost like a criminal with the burn on his left temple running down his cheek, and the piercing on his lower lip. His face is smug, with bored charcoal eyes and a crooked nose. Lucas and I have been lying on my bed, me in my white cotton robe and him still in his white shirt, sipping my third and his fourth whiskey. A stick of cigarette hung between his lips, the butt a glowing orange. Suddenly my room smelled like the back alley of a cheap bar but I didn't tell him to get rid of it because we were comfortable like this; like messed up people wi