Caught Up In Between Book Novels & Stories

I found the book under the sofa and held it up triumphantly. "Got it," I said. I turned too quickly standing up. My elbow caught the side of the bookcase. The small potted plant on the second shelf rocked dramatically, and I spent the next thirty seconds lunging to catch it, overcorrecting, and depositing a modest amount of soil onto the floor and my own socks. Julien watched this from across the room. "Are you alright?" he said. "Fine," I said. "Completely fine." I handed Lucas his book.

They become rabid and dangerous to themselves and others. "Looks like you made yourself at home already," a voice said. The book fell from my hands in shock. I was so engrossed in reading the book that I didn't hear the sound of his footsteps. I stood up to look at him at the entrance. He stood there resting on the door frame with his legs crossed.

We swiftly entered the expansive room surrounded by towering bookshelves. As we were about to walk toward the grand royal study table at the far end of the room, I accidentally brushed against a display book on a small table beside a large antique shelf. The book fell with a thud, making a noticeable noise. I was about to retrieve the fallen display book when I heard a familiar voice. "Who's there?" he asked, his footsteps hurrying in the direction of the fallen book. I froze. I held the book in my hand, on the verge of returning it to the display table. Our gazes met as he approached.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Arranging and placing everything where they rightfully belong. "I wonder where he is," Ashley said thoughtfully, thinking about the possible place the little boy might have gone to. With a sigh, she turns to leave only to end up bumping into a broad and hard chest. "Uch" she cries and rubs her face. Their eyes meet, and it was as if time froze for a second. As if it wasn't enough being seduced by his godly face and lips, she was faced with his well build muscular chest, staring at her.

I snort, turning the page “Sounds like a load of bullshit.” “Do you think so?” I slam the book shut, jumping back from the voice. One of my foot catching against the other, and I feel the pull of gravity from behind, the book slipping down from my hands. I clench my eyes shut. But don’t fall. Instead, someone catches me around the waist, pulling me back, my own hands reach forward for support. For a moment, all I hear is the sound of my own heart drumming in my ears. Then a deep chuckle, reverberating to my palms.

I need to get out of here. Suddenly, her slim waist is grabbed from behind, and in a single, swift motion, she's spun around, her body crashing into a nearby bookshelf. The air is knocked from her lungs, and she gasps for breath as several books topple from the shelves, their pages fluttering to the floor like fallen leaves. One of the books opens, and a yellowed photograph slips out, catching Nina's attention. She instinctively reaches for it, curiosity flashing in her eyes. But before her fingers can touch it, Lucien's voice cuts through the air like a knife.

To crown this madness, we haven't spoken before… A hairy hand brushed against mine, his books scattered to the ground. Oh shit! Speak of the devil… I would have noticed him, I was just too engrossed in my thoughts and now, he's caught me off guard. “I'm so sorry,” I apologized warmly and quickly bent down and helped him gather those books again. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met. It was more like time slowed down for the moment. A strange pulse accelerated in my nerves. I can't help it. Bloody hell.

Good old books. “Uh, uh” Seb caught up with me far too easily and grabbed me around the waist. He spun me and let go, so that I was in the middle of the room, between him (and the books) and the two guards. I glared at him. “Hurry up now.” he demanded.

I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf. Three steps later, everything went wrong. My vision greyed out again, worse than ever. My still-weak body, protesting its overuse, staggered forward before crumpling at the knees. Bozkurt’s terrible book went flying as I dropped towards the hard tile floor. Suddenly there were strong arms around my waist, grabbing me and pulling me in to stop my fall – Vincent had caught me. Which meant I was in his arms, leaning against him, pressed flush against his lithe body.