Break Her Bed Book Novels & Stories

And as she promised, we had a make out after everyone left the restaurant and went to her house. But it was heckled when her book hit me from the top shelves and she started laughing, and I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. Who keep their bookshelves behind their bed? Her whole wall behind her bed was covered with books. It was fascinating. What happened today? Was she right? Did Delhi was a trigger for her or was it her family? "Will she be okay?" I asked again, stared at her hair spread on the pillowcase of mom and dad's room. They had guided me to put her there when she fainted. "I'm not breaking up with her." I beat my leg against the floor.

Maybe the accident was really affecting me, cause I just can't explain all these unfathomable feelings I was having towards her. I got up from my bed and decided to check if she was fine. I walked towards her room and I found the door opened, I stepped inside to find the room empty. Where the fu*k did she go. I saw two books on her bed, these are the two books that has been keeping her busy. My curiosity got a better hold of me, I picked up one of the books, only to find out she was writing a novel which she titled Pregnant for the bully.

Her thoughts were all over the place, swirling around until they felt like a storm of their own. The bed creaked as she shifted to find a comfortable position, but it didn’t help. Sleep eluded her as her eyes remained wide open in the dark. The events of the day—the failed attempts at breaking the curse, Kael’s quiet but persistent support, the strange delivery of the book—kept her awake, each thought spiraling into the next.

She asked him shutting him off, from across she heard him chuckle, but he didn’t look up at her. “Asshole” She spit out in annoyance as she shut her phone and dropped it on the bed beside her, she closed her eyes and what she saw was the eyes following her in the darkness of her dream she snapped her eyes opened again. Who knows maybe if she sleeps again she would have the same or more horrible dream. She was feeling restless already. She stood up went to the table side the vase and picked up a book there titled “Hurting the Hunters” She shook her head and went back to her bed, she could keep us with the book for a while. She started on the book, it was interesting right from the start and u

I tell her and she looks at me, her eyes wide. “Oh Goddess, did they see what happened?” she shakes and I nod my head at her as she bites her lower lip. “It’s ok, I told them that you were ok. Come on, let’s go to bed.” I pick her up and take her to one of the other bedrooms. “Erm, why aren’t we going to our room?” I chuckle at her. “Well, when chaos shifted, she did it on the bed and, well, the bed is broken. Don’t worry, I will get a new one later on.” I tell her and her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

If anyone walks in, I could pretend to be making the bed, I think to myself. Quietly I pad across the floor and lift the mattress of the bed. The book falls with a soft thud to the frame of the bed. Reaching under the bed I grasp the book in my hand and the symbols glow brightly as they change shapes into letters that I can read. 'Prophecies of the Fae.'

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

I looked down. Then I saw it. Her door was open just a crack. Inside, under her bed—barely visible—a thick old book. Red cover. Frayed edges. It glowed for a second. Faint but real. I stood. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "What’s that?" She froze. "What’s what?" "Under your bed. That book." Her head tilted, eyes sharp. Not like before. Not worried. Watching. "Don’t go through my stuff, Selena."

Leonor woke up one morning to discover that her life had been destroyed. She had been drugged and abused, and while she struggled to understand what had happened, her husband, Lawson, filed for divorce. As part of the settlement, he managed to claim 25% of the shares that had belonged to Leonor’s father. Then, he cast her out of his life. But the worst betrayal was yet to come. Then, Leonor discovered she was pregnant. Four years later, Leonor returns to the city as a completely different woman. Now the designer in a small company, she is assigned to design the wedding ring for Lawson her ex husband wedding anniversary. Leonor thought she could face her past without lookin

Zara’s POV: (Two hours before the crack) After the dinner I went back to my room and so did mom. I prepared for bed but wasn’t feeling sleepy enough, hence decided to read a book. I walked towards my book shelf and pulled out a book, the one which I left in middle a month ago. With book in my left hand I hopped on the bed and pulled the duvet up till my waist. It was around midnight the whole house went quiet and dark. Only my lamp was on as I was so immersed in the story. Then I heard a glass shattering, I flinched and immediately got off the bed.