Don't Let Her Stay Book Novels & Stories

Then she looked pointedly at me like I was the crazy one for not taking exaggerated deep breaths. “I am begging you to stay in your room for the day please! This peace treaty is risqué enough, and as much as I care for you, I cannot have you causing trouble. Much less getting hurt. What if you get someone hurt?” She jolted, as if she had never thought that her actions could actually harm others. In all honesty it was a bit of a stretch. But not impossible. She was quite for a while, thinking deeply about everything. Then she sighed. “Fine. I will stay in my room. Can you bring me some interesting books to keep me occupied?” She relented.

A book is just like a person to know what's inside it likes to let you do this first, otherwise you'll never know no matter how hard you try. sera muttered, looking at him with wrath, "You'll get used to it later!!!" Really it's not like I'm staying here you fucking idiot I'm going as soon as possible from here I'm never going to be in this world with a fucking idiot like you. Ayden pulled her out of her wanderings and talked to herself and said to her: You can try your luck now with any book you want. Let's see if it will open for you or not. sera turned to the books, her eyes focused on only one book and muttered inside: If you go now and take it, he's here and nothing will happen, right.

I just nod, jaw tight. “This club is our home,” he continues. “We’ve all brought drama through those doors, but you? You’re a fucking grenade with the pin already pulled. And now there’s shrapnel in every corner of the damn room.” “I get it,” I mutter. “No, I don’t think you do. She’s staying. That woman—broken, chaotic, absolutely fucking terrifying—she’s made her choice. She’s claimed us. So next time you freak out, next time your instinct is to vanish like a damn ghost, don’t come telling us you’ve changed your mind. Get on your bike, ride until your head’s clear. But don’t run.”

She sat at the long table and read with her chin on her hand. He thought about the girl finishing the book and taking another. He thought about the threshold crossed — the long waiting and the unopened book and the six weeks and the page finally turned. He thought about the room that had held her through the not-yet, the room that had not required her to be ready, and the Thursday she was ready and the room was still there. He thought: the honest room outlasts the hesitation. He wrote in the library notes: The girl of eleven has taken a second book. The room held her through six weeks of not-yet. The threshold crossed in its own time.

"Just not the prophecy book. In fact, stay away from that stall. It's useless." "Feels like you're hindering me from the knowledge that might actually be useful," she stuck to her guns. I huffed. "Well, be my guest. Just...don't run mad or turn into some weird fanatic when you read those books alright?" She nodded. "Fine...I'll stay away from them. I cherish my sanity."

She placed the book on the table beside her and stood up. “My lady, you know we can't. The alphas' instructions were for you to stay inside, and I can't disobey them. What if they find out? I could be punished, or even worse, lose my job,” She said, her voice worried. “Come on, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not going to leave the mansion, I just want to take a stroll around, at least to see the living room, the garden and other places in the house. I'm not going anywhere far,” I said and she looked like she was thinking about it.

I knew better than to argue or try to change her mind—once she made a decision, she stuck to it. “Let’s not even cross paths again, not even as strangers,” she added, turning toward the door, her footsteps echoing through the room. But before she reached the door, she paused and turned. "And don't dare me, Jayden. I'm serious. Also, don't you every meddle in my life anymore. I assure you, you'll regret it if you do." With that, she left. Afterwards, I sighed, muttering to myself, "I just don’t get why people judge books by their covers."

She grabbed the book so suddenly and in a blink of an eye, she levitated the object and pressed on the skin of my bicep. I groaned at the searing pain and I was about to growl at her when she removed her hand to reveal what it seems like a swirling black tattoo. She met my golden eyes, “That will hide the book. They’d know how to retrieve it.” She didn’t give me time to protest, as if chasing a limited time. She looked ansty and fidgety when she told me, “Leave at dawn.” “If they’re coming to us now we should head back right away,” I said.

“Or you can also go by Sera, that sounds nice too,” “No one calls me that,” “I can start?” “Yeah, no, I don’t think so,” she snorted. She then turned her eyes back to her book. She looked very focused on her reading, and I felt like I shouldn’t be talking to her and ruining her concentration. So, I turned my head away, glancing at the bathroom to see if Kara was done. But there were still no signs of her yet. “Hey,” the girl said suddenly, catching my attention. Her eyes were still glued to her book as she spoke, “Whatever it is that happened to you, don’t worry, life goes on,”

My cousin, Zoe Parker, stood in the doorway of my apartment with her arms crossed. “I’m doing you a favor by staying here and giving you the chance to help me, so don’t stand there pretending to be generous when you’re actually being petty. Who are you trying to fool?” A month ago, she clung to my hand and swore that she would live here alone and study quietly for the college entrance exam. My heart softened. I did not charge her rent and did not even ask for a security deposit. I came home to pick up some documents today, only to discover that the locks had been changed. She had not just moved in. She had moved her entire family, and their dog, into my apartment. My handmade wool rug ha