Novel & Cerita Don't Let Her Stay Book

The silence stretched thin, filled only by the faint crackle from the fireplace. I should have dismissed her immediately, asked her to go back to her room or warned her to stay away from things that could end her life but my voice wouldn’t come. Instead, I just stood there, watching the way her chest rose and fell too fast, the tremor in her fingers and the stubborn tilt of her chin. Finally, I managed to speak. “You shouldn’t be here.” “What is that book?” she asked quietly, defiance dancing in her eyes. “That’s none of your concern.”

She sent one message on Wednesday evening, to the main group where the first post had travelled. It said: Tomorrow a book comes out. It is called The Woman Who Stayed. It is the full version of everything I have been writing about this past year. It is for you. She added the cover image. She pressed post. Closed her phone. And went to bed. --- The morning of the launch she woke at her usual time.

She continued casually like it was hers. My fingers tightened instantly, almost reflexively. “No.” Her smile didn’t change. “You don’t understand what you’re holding.” “Then explain it,” I said. “Because I’m tired of being the only one who doesn’t know anything.” “That’s why you need to hand it over first.” “You’re not great at negotiating.” “Give me the book,” she repeated, this time her voice dropped dangerously low I held it to my chest. “No.” Her expression shifted, then she stepped closer, her wrist flexing by her sides.

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

"Get out." "If you wanted so bad to read the book, you could have just asked," she said as her curious gray eyes studied me. No. Stalked me. She stood up, stretching as she did, and I was filled with her intoxicating scent. Storm licked his lips. "Calm down, you ass." "I don't want to read the book. You know what I want." I gripped the book tighter in my hand until my knuckle turned white. Her eyes flickered to my hand.

"We have to" She does not feel like leaving either but they can't take the risk of staying back. They can't let the location of the book be discovered. Not only will the book be taken away, but Ryan's life will also be in danger. She is not only trying to keep the book safe, but she is also trying to keep Ryan safe.

You’re here because I allow it. I don’t say it. I don’t have to. I hold her until my grip loosens. Then I lay her back down. I stand. The new book stays on the nightstand and I leave.

For the challengers, none shall be left alive. I didn’t understand what that meant but it sounded like a beautiful poem. I went to the front of the book and searched for the author’s name. Strange, there was no author written. There wasn’t a title for the book either. I quickly put the book back in the shelf. Nora wouldn’t take it lightly if she found me reading instead of cleaning. I went back to work, ignoring the priceless words I read. *** Lexa was done with the study room. She went out of the mansion to see the garden again. This was her favorite place in the mansion. She could stay there all day.

While Alonso disappears down the hall. Her legs feel jelly. She mopes around the loft to stretch. Touching stuff as boredom kicks in. It's probably not a good idea, but she does it anyway. Alonso scurries back into the living space, and catches her standing at a bookshelf holding a designer book “The guide to style.” “What do you think you are doing?” He heads for the door. “Uhm...” She clears her throat. “I am going out, sit back down and don’t touch anything.” And the door closes.

She said staring at him. “I leave you with them for a half an hour and you come back barking orders.” He said picking up the book she’d dropped. “What is this?” he said opening it. “Oh!” “Well when you hear what they want to do, you would be the same way.” She growled. “So what is that book?” “Nothing.” He said closing the book. “But it might help me with you a little more. We might be able to bring Hecta back without using you at all.” He said walking away from her.