Novel & Cerita Booktok Lean Against The Wall

The wall has a depression right under the status, below Jesus' bleeding feet. “Aren't I going to wear the blindfold?” Lex asked. He was calmer now, his eyes was determined. The huge man chuckled. “The mysteries of the world can only be seen through worthy eyes.” Gbenga placed his hand on a niche, Lex stiffened as he watched the whole wall shook before giving way. Gbenga slipped through the opening into the dark, Lex wondered if this would be the last time he'd be seeing light. He followed suit. *** “Yes, boy, what's the problem?” Bob received Byron into his office.

It wasn’t the infuriatingly persistent mate-bond that had my pulse skyrocketing but the fact that the asshole had popped out and scared me. I could feel his playful eyes on my back and was glad I had chosen the faded jeans Leslie suggested; the pair that clung to my wide hips and round bottom. Even if I felt like garbage, confidence was key—or so Leslie said. “Violent little thing—anyway, walking through walls is proven for its efficiency.” He narrowed his own eyes when I turned back around. I toyed with the sharp corners of a leatherbound book on the table, wondering if he could do that little trick with the shadows if I threw this at his head.

Sage’s POV The library was less intimidating than the dining room-which wasn’t saying much, considering it was still the size of my entire apartment. Floor- to-ceiling bookshelves lined three walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that looked older than me. A fireplace crackled softly in the corner, and two oversized leather chairs faced each other near the windows. Kael guided me to one of the chairs and took the other. For a moment, we just sat there in silence.

The way she had leaned in with trembling resolve, reckless in her courage, as if her entire being depended on that single moment. I leaned forward against the cold marble wall, my palms spread wide, the icy bite of stone searing through the heat of the water. My forehead pressed against it, grounding me, anchoring me in something other than the chaos in my head. My breath left me in uneven bursts, fogging the marble in front of me.

She turned and stepped back into the house. “Well,” she said over her shoulder. “Come inside before the Alpha starts growling.” Cassian did not deny the accusation. Inside, the house smelled strongly of herbs and smoke. Books filled nearly every wall. Old ones. Some bound in leather darker than Ava had ever seen. Others made of strange materials that looked more like bark than paper. Leana cleared a wide wooden table with a quick sweep of her hand. “Let’s see it.” Ava carefully placed the book in front of her.

There where the back of the shelf should have been, was a gap in the wood, curiosity grew, and she glanced at Declan who was at the end of the wall. Don’t do it Layana, she told herself, but like always her inner voice fell on deaf ears, reaching up she felt around feeling just smooth stone and then a small niche in the wall. Ignoring the thoughts of perhaps a spider or creepy-crawly residing there that had entered her mind making her shiver. She tried to feel for it, but she could not reach it. Huffing in annoyance, she moved back and deftly piled a few large books on the ground to make a small stool to stand on. Trying not to cough as the cloud of dust filled her nose.

I thought that I broke it, but instead, the wall next to it moved. ‘A secret room,’ Leia said. ‘Should we enter?’ I asked her. ‘I know you want to,’ she replied teasingly. ‘I’m serious,’ I replied. ‘And so am I,’ Leia replied, ‘I know you wanted to,” I took my phone out and turn on the flashlight as I enter the room. Now I know why people who are curious always get themselves killed in movies. Curiosity was something that is so hard to resist. The opened door leads to a small room that has books inside. Checked on one of the shelves, and found that the book does not have a title on it. I took one book and opened it.

Julian’s taste in books was exactly what I expected. I sat down at the table and flipped it open anyway. The pages were full of charts and explanations about company mergers and market control. Complicated. Dense. And strangely interesting. I had barely finished reading two pages when a voice behind me said, “That’s a terrible book to start with.” I looked up. Leo leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with an amused expression. “Are you following me now?” I asked. “No,” he said casually. “I live here too, remember?”

She left him. Jonathan had no choice but to follow them even though he didn't like it. They all began walking to the North part of the forest, and they stopped when there was a wall. Leah's forehead creased. How did they enter if there was a wall? “Do what you did to read the book,” Adam mumbled. Leah sighed; she took a small knife and pointed the edge at her finger. A small amount of blood went out, and she touched the wall. The wall created a leaf logo, and it opened. Leah's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe there was a magical wall at the end of the land. Her surprised expression was gone when she heard how Jonathan imitated her face.

“What are you, origami?” Still, I kept trying. Shirt after shirt, pants, even the socks. By the end of it, the bed looked like a thrift shop clearance bin, but at least the floor was visible again. Progress. I turned toward the living room, spotting the guitar leaning against the sofa. Gently, carefully, I picked it up and set it against the wall. “Safe and sound,” I muttered, giving it a pat like it was a living thing. Then came the book on the armrest. The damn romance novel. I stared at the cover, at the two characters tangled in some dramatic embrace, and felt heat crawl up my neck.