Book One Drop Novels & Stories

he held a pen that dripped black ink onto the floor. Every drop erased a piece of the library. The stranger spoke only one sentence. "You've learned how stories begin..." He lifted the black pen. "...now let me show you..." "...how they truly end." The stranger raised the black pen. A single drop of ink fell onto the marble floor. The instant it touched the stone... an entire shelf disappeared. Not broken. Not burned. It simply ceased to exist. Every title upon it vanished as though those stories had never been imagined. The little girl stepped backward.

Chance screamed/ ordered. “Calm down, I ain’t letting you come unless you are inside of me.” Terrence smirked. “Of course, with a condom between our skins.” he rolled his eyes. He really hated condoms. Unable to deal with the frustration anymore, Chance flipped them and he pressed over Terrence with angry eyes staring deep into Terrence. A little part of Terrence was terrified of that expression, but he was also anxious of what’s next, especially when he felt a cold liquid down his quivering hole.

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

The curfew and ethical massacres were a sure sign that it was only a codified piece in a paper. “Positions!” sounded a soldiers voice while the men took their flanks ready to open fire on the preyed souls. I continued staring at all which unfolded in my eyes. Papa stared at me for the first time, nodded his head and gave a brief smile. I could feel the tears lurking around my eyelids. “Fire!” My heart beat increased almost taking off to another world, the loud cohoots of the bullets came tearing through all parts of my body sending chills and shivers around my veins.

As it slowly came above the opening, the stand clicked into place and two wings opened up on each side before turning the entire stand to white marbled stone and with a flashing light, a thick gold book appeared . “No matter how many times I see that, it never fails to amaze me” Heather whispered reverently. Jon raised his head and walked to the dias, his steps quietly echoing. When he approaches the stand, the book opens itself and the pages start to flicker, opening to the page he needed. After reading the passage, he visabilly shakes, his throat working hard to swallow from the lump now growing. “What? What is it?” Heather whispered. She gasped when she saw Jon raise his head and look at

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

The food was definitely not ordinary, and I wasn't sure I wanted to fall under the influence of whatever poison he'd add to the food. I closed my eyes and leaned on the shelf, stretching my legs to ease the pain in my joints, but I soon noticed that the blood dripping from my wound had begun to sip into one of the books on the floor. In a split second, I already moved my hand away from the book, but in the process I mistakenly flipped the book open. I moved my hand in an attempt to stop blood from dripping onto the pages of the book, and as I was about to push the book away my eyes caught something on it.

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Can only be seen in books and movies and if I don't get to survive all of this, I can at least die with a satisfied pussy. His eyes dropped to my lips once again as he came closer...I closed my eyes happy I was getting what I wanted but that was all it was....excitement, happiness for something that never came.