Crush The Book Novels & Stories

“I won’t play nice with you. Where is the document?” “I won’t say a word to you. I’ll be stupid to tell you where to find them.” I put on a brave face even though his grip was so tight that it felt like he was crushing my bones. “Telling you where they are wont stop you from killing me. I’m not stupid.”

He has more important things to do than melting his nose in other people's business. Setting his backpack on the table, he makes himself comfortable. There's hardly any students in the classroom right now. Taking the opportunity of utter silence prevailing in the classroom, he takes out the book he was reading. Lately he is addicted to urban fantasy and "Neverwhere" hits the spot perfectly.

"Freda, what knowledge do these books hold? Are they filled with spells or perhaps ancient rituals?" Freda's eyes gleamed with wisdom as she nodded. "Indeed, Sandra. Those books contain a vast wealth of magical knowledge. They hold spells, rituals, and incantations passed down through generations. They are a treasury of wisdom, offering guidance and insights into the realms of magic and the supernatural." I absorbed the information, my mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay within those ancient tomes. With my questions answered, I felt a sense of fulfillment in my exploration of Freda's sanctum.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

I finally spoke shifting my face from him while trying not to show my fear but he knew I was freaking out. He scoffed, snatched the book in my hand without me noticing it and then haul me to the ground. I feel I broke a bone because he was wild. Miles stood up, pacing around and turning the book back and front with a mockery face like he found a weapon against me. I jerked up in anger to take it back but I couldn't even reach his height. He open the book almost reading it when I lunged at him. We both fell on the stretcher and our lips accidentally pressed against each other, my hair trapped our faces.

"Please stop this nonsense, Mr. Swanson. If I were to give her CPR now…" He paused and pointed at my chest that was covered in frost with a cruel finger. "The moment I press down on her chest for CPR, her sternum will shatter like ice."

The room a whirlwind of memories and debris. I crawled toward the scattered lilies. The last breath of yellow in a world turned red. I picked one up. So soft. So fragile. Just like her. And then—I crushed it. Crushed it in my fist until the petals turned to pulp and the stem snapped. “Ahhh!” A cry erupted from my chest. The kind that rips through bone. The kind that shatters ribs. The kind that no one should ever hear. The kind that turns a man inside out.

As I stood to leave, Melinda's foot shot out, tripping me. Caught completely off guard, I tumbled to the floor. A glass ornament nearby toppled over, shattering into pieces all around me. Her eyes burned with undisguised malice as she pressed her heel into the back of my hand, driving shards of glass into my palm. The intense pain nearly caused me to lose consciousness. Amidst my agony, Jeffrey's angry voice jolted me back to reality. "Evalyn! How long will you keep up this act? Are you staging this pathetic scene just for money now?"

"Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books." I grabbed my backpack and bolted. Behind me, Amber's voice turned venomous. "Well, look at Miss Grad School, acting like she's above us. She'll just be another wage slave." Ruby piled on. "Total nerd. Aces tests but flops in life. If she's too cool for us, we don't need her."

Tsking in annoyance, Jace, slammed the book shut. This was the hundredth book in his care. "I can't find any!" He cried out afterward, but not before frustratingly putting the book down. This sudden and almost forceful action made the cloud of dust rise from the surrounding floor. "I can't believe no one has thought about at least jotting down a few pointers or deliberately writing the trick of how to get past those set of uselessly huge boulders that threatens to turn anyone that crosses it into human meat paste."