Novel & Cerita Books Similar To The Shining

He made to turn back and head inside when she suddenly took off her sunshades and looked in his direction. “Shawn?” She called out in Surprise. TIFFANY'S POV After having her lunch of fried potatoes, eggs and juice, she had rested a bit before heading for the pool. She laid in the cabin chair, wore her shades while immersing herself in one of James Hadley Chase books. She loved crime books and JHC style of writing made her love that particular genre the More. She knew the moment she was no longer alone, and swiftly took off her shades only to find Shawn staring at her.

I let my emotions take over and a lightening bolt came out of my hand and they all needed to run out of the way when I did that. "Shut the fuck up or I'll trust you to dust." I warned them. And I heard Tyler chuckling in the background. I went back to concentrating on the book and it was using a lot of energy and I was starting to get a headache. But I finally got the book off the ground and I managed to lift it up to my head height while I was sitting on the ground before I gently placed it back down. "That was a lot harder than I thought." I say.

Though I'm confuse, I casually said, “This wondrous of a place usually empty. People forgot to pay a visit or to even got themselves immerse to the world that this wondrous of a place offer them with sincerity. I thought you are highly affected by such a failure of showing gratitude to literature coming from them?” His eyes couldn't actually intimidating but there's a melancholy that I didn't expected to seen. My statement just now goes awakwardly, and I chuckled as that to forgot my place on this unknown and strange of a place. I cough and turn my head to the shelf that offer a variety of book that looks bloody yet comforting. “Oh,” I gasped, not able to hide my awed. “That's a classic...”

It was nothing like I ever saw. I picked the book of shining light. It was a big book and it had such an inscribed and ancient design. On the cover, there was an evil looking being and an angelic being. They each were on fighting positions. It’s like they wanted to attack each other. Curiosity led me to open the book. My fingers stopped working when the pages of the book flipped open by themselves. I was astounded. It stopped at a page. A page I desperately read. And so it was said, that every millennium. A war between the brothers of light and the brothers of darkness shall take place. The…

“Yesterday you were running dead defying in the middle of a street and today you are so squeamish. What happened?" There was an evil eye for that. "I am definitely not squeamish," he explained and entered the building behind our guide. "How would you then call it?" "Interested in the survival of my limbs." Ah yes. "I'll stick to being squeamish." The entrance area here was also constructed in a very similar way to the administration building. There was a reception counter with a nice lady behind it, but instead of a plaque of honor, the walls here were covered with paintings by Proles. It was almost frightening how well the painter had captured the grace and beauty of these animals while at

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

We looked through the books until the evening drew in, the warped glass of the windows dispersing the orange light of the streetlamps from outside into curved spirals and fragmented dots. It looked like golden-hued diamonds, scattered across a dark and turbulent sea. Skye stayed close as we searched, peppering my cheeks with kisses whenever I brushed past him to tug a heavy book out from the shelves. It was sweet, and I imagined myself blushing each and every time.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

Well, while I caught my breath. While Orion scanned our surroundings, peering through the narrow gaps in between each shelf to the maze beyond, I found myself looking over the books at our backs. There were tombs both big and small, thick and thin, bound in various types of leathers and fabrics. Some had thick layers of dust clinging to them, while others appeared almost new. Another shelf moved, opening a path directly ahead of us. Towards the bottom sat a book that glowed, emitting a golden light brighter than that of the torches. It pulsated, flickering and dancing, and I had the strangest thought that it was calling out to me.