Booktok Lean Against The Wall Novels & Stories

[You like your men smiling while murdering and choking people against marble walls? Interesting.] Another ping. [Page 248 though? Bold of you.] I burst into the staff quarters, hurrying down the hallway, heels clicking unlady-like towards my apartment. And there he was. Leaning against my doorframe, shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, holding my book…no, Sarah's book in one hand and eating strawberries. His eyes lifted lazily from the pages he seemed to be reading, to mine.

His nostrils flare as he draws in a deep, bracing breath, and he forces his muscles to slowly, deliberately unflex. “You should sit,” he finally grinds out. My gaze darts around the place, looking for a chair. There’s the primitive stacked stone fireplace he’s looming next to. A battered trunk. A ragged sleeping bag with a soot-stained kerosene lantern on the floor next to it. A book. It’s upside down, so I can’t tell what it is, but it’s been through the war, too. And there’s a huge freaking sword propped against a wall. It’s rusty—God, I hope that’s rust—and dented and the blade is nicked in places, but not in a way that makes it seem old—in a way that makes it seem well-used.

I rushed towards the wall and slammed it hard till my hands got hurt. " Issac. Iam here. Issac." I shouted louder but he's calling my name over and over like he didn't hear me. With one hand on the book, I turned my back towards the wall and pushed it harder pressing my whole body against it. This is how I got in. My leaning in the bookshelves. This is how I need to go out. After so many attempts, my whole body hit harder on the floor again and the view of the library came to my view again. I looked forward to seeing Issac but he's voice is booming over somewhere in the library.

"Owen.. Can you help me pick a book? " Owen looked at her confused but then nodded.. Silea stood beside him, too close.. "Oh.. I think I like that book.. " She pointed towards the 4th shelf that was out of reach.. "Okay.. Then get it.. " Owen said but Silea pouted.. "But I can't reach.. " "Neither can I.. Just grab a tool to get it.." Owen looked at her in disbelief.. "Can you help me.. I am afraid.. "

Our heads snapped in unison towards the sound. And there was Fabian, looking like a god, shirtless, with his boxers riding low on his hips, leaning casually against the wall, with his arms crossed. I stilled, and from the corner of my eyes I saw Bailey's brows shoot up to her hairline as amusement spread across her face.

People said she was only nice to me because of the Lloyd family. Well, Liliana probably got what she wanted. "Zack, I noticed your clothes were all dirty yesterday, so I picked out a few for you. Don't worry, I've only worn them once. You don't mind, do you?" Walter said, holding up his cast-offs like trophies. All eyes were on us at that moment. I was hit with a flashback of all the times I was awkwardly bested by Walter. However, those embarrassments seemed like nothing after surviving five years in what felt like hell.

He stayed along the quiet sidewalk, slipping into the shadows of buildings whenever Belle slowed her pace. Three blocks later, Belle turned into a bookstore with a sign that read Leeds Bookstore. Bastian stopped across the street. He stared at the wooden glass door, his heart pounding wildly. All he wanted was to walk in, hold her for just a moment, and tell her he was free. His hands trembled as he stepped toward the street. Then— Screech! A sleek black luxury sedan pulled to a stop directly in front of the bookstore. Bastian froze. It felt as though the blood in his veins had stopped flowing. He immediately stepped back into the shadows.

I explained. She gestured to take the book. "Go ahead!." I said to her, as she removed the old green dusty book from the shelf. At the same time, there was a slight shaking, in the room, and the book shelf, slid to side, revealing a false wall behind, that held a tiny key hole, and a keypad lock. "Whooaaa!." We both said together, as we casted glances at each other, I nodded to her, that we should try.

“There are no cameras in here, and no one will save you.” “Come at me, I dare you.” I huff. It's enough, I will not be pushed around any longer. Grace stands up, her claws elongating as she walks towards me. “Get her Grace,” Natalie laughs. “We will drop a heavy bookshelf on her, and we will say it's an accident!” I back away until my back touches the first shelf. It's the one that holds the oldest set of books, and these books have been wrapped with heavy leather coverings, protected with metals.

Books had been removed from the lower shelves to create walls, blankets had been draped over furniture to create a ceiling, and pillows had been strategically placed to create what R apparently considered an impenetrable fortress. Phoenix sat cross-legged inside this construction, his tall frame folded uncomfortably into the limited space, holding a flashlight while R arranged toy soldiers around the perimeter. "We need more guards on the east wall," R was explaining seriously. "That's where the dragon will attack. He always goes for the weakest point." "Smart dragon," Phoenix agreed. "Okay, let's reinforce the east wall. What do you want to use?" "Books," R declared. "Big books. The ones ab