Book Stuck In Neutral Novels & Stories

I had paced it enough times to navigate in total darkness. I reached the library and moved toward the far end, into the six-inch sliver of a blind spot I had mapped out earlier. I knelt on the cold floor with the silver bookmark trembling in my hand. Fight the routine, Aria. I jammed the tip of the bookmark into the first screw. It didn't move. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the way my heart was racing and twisted with everything I had. Creeeeeak. The sound almost made me jump. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down before staring up at the 360-degree camera.

I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”

Licking my lips, I take a quick visual measurement of the shelves, and look around the room for a chair to stand on. Finding a plush armchair, I pull it over to the bookshelf and clamber up onto my knees on the cushioned seat. Making sure I’m steady, I slowly get my feet under me, but unfortunately this doesn’t make me tall enough to reach the top shelf. Testing one foot on the arm of the chair, I determine that it won’t topple under my weight. Stretching as far as I can, my fingertips only graze the spine of the book, and I huff in frustration. Keeping one foot on the arm of the chair, I balance the other on one of the shelves, pushing myself up to grasp the book. Just before my fingers clo

Jace could hear the car humming in the background. “Great. Now if you look to you right there’s going to be the gear shift, a handle so to speak. Do you see it?” “Yes. I have my hand on it now.” She placed her hand on the stick. She tried to move it but it wouldn’t move. “Jace it won’t move.” “It won’t. Just wait. In order to get it to move take you right foot and place it forward. You’ll feel two different peddles. Do you feel them?”

“We’re going down!” He shifts instantly, trying to grab control, but it’s already too late. The car slides, slow at first, then faster. “Shit.” The word leaves him low. “Oh my God—oh my God—” I grab onto him instinctively. “This is NOT happening!” The car slides down the world outside shifts at a weird angle. “Did you leave it in neutral?!” I yell. “Not on purpose!” “That’s not comforting!” The tires lose it grip. SPLASH!

Ronin said, “Ok ok ! I understand your situation. I am not saying anything to you,you are right at your place.” Suddenly a book fell from the section and their concentration went to that book, they both were shocked that how can a book fall from the section because there was no one except them and also there was no wind blowing and wind could not make any book fall because the books were very heavy. They both scare because of that book They went to that book by holding each other's hand tightly and went to the book. It was on the floor and it was very far from the section. They both were shocked to see the book that how It came here if it fell from the section it should be near the section

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

Hands searching for grip on the second shelf. Up one level. Then another. Three. Four. Five. Now he was high enough. His hand could reach The Little Prince. His fingers touched the book's spine with small triumph. But when he pulled the book out, there was resistance. The book was stuck between two other books packed tight. Junior pulled harder. The book came free suddenly. And the momentum made Junior lose his balance. He tried to grab the shelf to steady himself. But his hand slipped. His small body fell backward in horrifying slow motion.

My heart dropped when I skipped to the end so I could find a way to fix this problem. 'If a soul is in control switch back before the magic finishes. Everything will go back to normal.' 'If there is no way to switch back right away switch back as soon as you can' 'If there is no way to switch back at all put the book up permently.' I closed my eyes and tried to not freak out. I would be okay. I just had to put the book up and never look at it again.

Then a cranky noise came and I looked over my shoulder and saw the wall opening, climbing down I made for the wall. Lo and behold, the book was there, sitting on a kind of block, the book was so dusty looking like it would turn into dust when touched. " You are looking like a thousand years old" I said under my breath, reaching for the book, I took it out from the block and put it inside my backpack. It was heavy, weighing about 14 tonnes I guess, whatever but it was a load. I left the office and started towards our Leyland, but the Dogmas were still lurking around. When they saw me, they started firing, but I ran and shot the ones I could get buying myself time and clearing my way. When I s