Do Harm Book Novels & Stories

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

"The moment the people who built the harm demonstrated they could build the addition. That's the pivot the whole book turns on." "Addition," Priya said. "Not repair." "Not repair," Elara confirmed. "Addition. The harm doesn't disappear. But something is added to the record alongside it." "That's," Priya said, and paused the way she did when something landed. "That's important." "Yes," Elara said. "I think it is." "The subjects," Priya said. "Are any of them involved in the second book?"

"If it weren't for me or this book, you probably would have wounded up dead." "I am not disputing the fact that you helped me, Arnold, but I'm only worried because you went through such things to do that. You of all people should know that using this book could cause severe damage, and you could actually be punished for it." I tried to slap some sense into him since it looked like he had lost it.

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I would have bled for a chance to read them. I’d never met a single person who even recognized her name. But there it was, sitting on his shelf. I glanced from the book to my hands, then back again. My brain screamed at me to leave, and walk away. But I couldn’t. I just wanted to touch it just once. Just for a second. What’s the harm? I stepped closer, stretching onto the tips of my toes, my fingers barely grazing the book. Almost there. “Just a little—”

Maybe someone was trying to get revenge for something I’d done yet couldn’t remember. Maybe I’d crossed paths with someone unforgiving, and they wanted to murder me. Just thinking about that made my skin crawl. Whatever it was, nobody else deserved to get hurt. It was only karma that I paid for everything I’d done in the past. I didn’t want Damien to get hurt because of me. I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt and pain that would come with it. “Stay out of this, Damien.” His jaw tightened. “He was at the airport. Doesn’t that sound dangerous enough to you?”

Like they are in the storyline. - Again: I would like to warn everyone that this book is about AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentally and physically. So that means that I will be going into depth about all the manipulation and grooming that comes along with situations like these. At times you may hate Amber, or you may even relate to her if you have been in a similar situation as her. But again, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ~ Prologue: My whole life, I never really knew what it meant to lose yourself.

I said and turn around to leave when he said again. "Good luck with that" I just kept going not looking back. Actually, those words hurt me. him and Adrian have similar character in this case. When they mean to hurt you. You'll regret ever knowing them. Their words are more than sharp swords pieces your spirit, body and soul. Especially Adrian. Even though for years now. He doesn't use hurtful words towards me. I was heading straight home to ask my mom about that book..I was curious. if what Danny told me was true. What will they really be doing with the book? I've heard about the sacred book but never seen it and it was nothing like what he said.

I take a breath. Because this— This matters. This could decide everything that comes next. “If you exist,” I say, “you don’t harm what already exists.” The Unwritten goes still. Not frozen. Focused. “Define… harm.” “Anything that destroys, consumes, or destabilizes without balance.” The word balance makes the connection hum slightly. The system reacting. Listening. Adrian shifts beside me. “You’re making this up as you go,” he murmurs. “Yeah,” I whisper back. “I am.”

“I don’t care what you want, Alexander. I want to know the truth!” For a moment, his expression changed. “The truth,” he said softly. “The truth is dangerous. Are you sure you’re ready for it?” “Yes,” she said. Alexander studied her for a moment than walk towards the shelves. He pulls out one book from there. He opened it and held it out to her. “Here,” he said. “Start with this.” Olivia hesitated before taking the book. The pages were little torn with age, the handwriting was neat but light. As she saw the text, her heart dropped. It was a contract in detailed and clear, outlining an agreement between two families.