Caught Up In Between Book Novels & Stories

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at them which seems to be never-ending. I grabbed an ordinary book before looking at every title of the books encased until I found the book of destinies. “Yes!” I shouted before I covered my mouth. I quickly opened the glass and took the floating book before replacing it with the ordinary book I found. I sighed heavily before I looked at the book in my hand. Yes, I finally got it.

I reached to grab it, but before I even moved halfway, Adrian’s hand shot out and caught it midair. The book hadn’t even touched the ground. I froze. “How did you—?” He shrugged. “Reflexes. Basketball helps.” “Basketball doesn’t make you that fast,” I murmured. He smiled faintly but said nothing, sliding the book back onto the stack. The silence that followed was charged—like the air just before lightning strikes. When our hands brushed a moment later, his skin felt hot—not just warm, but burning. I jerked back instinctively.

I stepped on my shoe lace I couldn't get hold of my self. I am supposed to land my self on the floor right but something happened, he held me, while turning back we fell unto the bed with our lips on each other's my eyes opened wide all I could see, is his intensed feeling my heart beats increased I to a faster beat for over 2 minutes I couldn't stand up I finally realized I'm still on his body I rose up running out. " Thank you" that all I could say after closing the door. " Why does his abs seem to have the same texture like that of the stranger or am I hallucinating.

“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

Adrian in his oversight liaison role finding the right room at last. A building above a bookshop in Seattle. A footbridge in Minnesota, wide enough for two. A seventeen-year-old on a plane to Edinburgh. A boy in a flatshare writing for three hours on a Sunday morning. This was what it was for. All of it. Every single part.

I inquired once more. She hurriedly scooped up her laptop and said, "I guess I should leave." She walked away, turning around. Before I could cough, clear my throat, or do anything else to get her attention, the heel of one of her shoes caught along with the piping of the carpet, and she lost her balance. I made the two quick strides necessary for me to reach her just as she fell back into my arms. She gasped as she fell and collided with me. I carefully placed her on the floor so she could stand comfortably, then stepped back to allow her to turn around. I was expecting an emotion of embarrassment or gratitude, but instead I got one of irritation.

I said to myself and went to a clear space where I can summon the book. After summoning the book, I prepared for it to appear in front of me and held both my hands under the spot. "Gawd!" I missed the book by a finger and it slipped through my hands. I held my left foot and winced in pain. It felt exactly like when you stub your toe on a corner of a table. I held it with my both hands and stood up to grab the heavy book on the ground. I sat down the bed and opened huge hard-bound book and skipped a lot of pages. I skimmed through the chapters where Yvonne appears and tried looking for anything important.

I responded. I walked to my bed when I accidentally stepped on something. I almost tripped and fell. Since I was in a pretty bad mood, I almost threw it out of the window in anger. Luckily, I caught sight of it just in time before I threw it out. It was the book that I was trying to read yesterday. It was pretty heavy that I decided to sit on my bed and placed the book on my lap. I traced the golden details of the book and it seemed to radiate life.

I'm not sure which one but one thing is for sure, I crave to even just be around him. After a long day of school, I finally get back to my dorm. I place my books on my desk which has become terribly cluttered. To my dismay, I have to clean that before the next room check-up, I don't want trouble for something so silly. I search around for the book about stutters while also eating my lunch, a ham sandwich. Unfortunately while looking around for it I trip over a book. I crash down hard, my breath gets stolen by the hard impact.

I can't afford to get caught. As my hands went from one book to another, I stopped abruptly when I came in contact with a hard book. Pulling it out,I found out, the cover was fucking hard.