Book Wtf Novels & Stories

It's been hours since Noah's launch party and I've been walking around in circles but I can't find anything that would somehow give me a clue that might jog my memory. There's really nothing suspicious about the nanny cams because it’s a luxury loft. It’s pretty much understandable to have one compared to the obvious cctv cameras that can be tampered by any professional hacker. While I was busy having a mental conversation with myself, I heard the door open. It's Bruno, Noah’s assistant.

I bit my lips, looking for the right way to say what I was actually looking for. "I'm looking for a book on witchcraft and sorcery" I blurted. He didn't react the way I had expected him to. Most people would think I was weird and probably tell me witches didn't exist, so there was a need to read about them, but he didn't do that "You mean telekinesis?" He asked after a while of him mindlessly scanning the shelf. "No, I mean witchcraft. Telekinesis isn't real, what is the point of me reading about it?"

And it’s not like Mateo’s homophobic! The words rise in my throat and sit there, clogging my airways. They feel so significant, so boundless and life-changing. How can something weightless affect me like this? Why do I feel choked, smothered, trapped by them? Two words. Two words to let him know that I like girls and guys. That’s all they are. Just. Words. Time slows and moves like tar, giving me the chance. But I’m suffocating. Suffocating in the honey-thick air, in the tunnel of his stare, in the recesses of my mind and in the letters of those words.

I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled. After minutes of brainstorming on what movie we should watch, we ended up watching 365 days. I actually don’t know why, among all the millions of movies out there, it’s the 365 days movie that we’re watching now. Shit! It’s only making the scenario worse for me! Especially when the scene turns to the explicit ones. The whole living area becomes surrounded with defeaning silence, and I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore because even his breath had my ears full attention.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

“It’s gonna fall off in some gushy-gushy pussy.” They all laughed. Another chaotic night in the books.

- I said this sentence to myself, and even though I didn't believe it, it made some sense. I fell asleep, agitated and confused, I couldn't get the quiet I needed. The wind and rain outside didn't help me, and the feeling of being watched overcame me and didn't leave me alone. I stood up and grabbed a book, the footsteps on my porch made my heart pound in my neck. I looked back and there he was, looking at me with his bright eyes and wet hair. The look that could finish me off in two seconds and his fists clenched.

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,