Don't Touch That Book Novels & Stories

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

"Don't touch that shelf" Mario and Grace turned around when they heard Dominick. Mario looked at him. "Hey Bro! Is this your collection?" Dom scrunched his eyebrows. "Keep those books back... I don't like when people touch that shelf..." He looked at Grace. "Now!" Grace placed the book back without argument, she herself is a book lover and she understands how it feels when someone touch her books without permission. Mario did the same. "Chill! I was just looking for a good book."

“Silence keeps him. Speak, and lose him.” The blood on the floor began to rise higher, swirling around their knees, thick and warm. Also, the books on the shelves burst open, their pages flapping wildly and shouting together: “Read! Read!” The giant book loomed closer, its paper edges curling like teeth towards them. Vincent's hand twitched, reaching out to the book against his own will. Camela slapped it down firmly. “Don’t touch it!” she yelled. But his fire faded to mere embers.

Hidden behind a false image It didn't seem as powerful as in it's true form "Don't touch this book if you aren't powerful enough." I stated as I grabbed the forbidden spells book to make sure it had everything in it. Alex reached over and grabbed at it burning his hand in the process. "Shit." Alex cursed. I swiped at his hands making the burns go away.

she said softly, “you want to talk about the… Seer thingy?” I snapped my head toward her. “Stop calling it that.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. I dragged in a breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “It’s nothing.” My gaze drifted to the book, still lying on the desk like a curse. My stomach twisted just looking at it. I couldn’t bring myself to touch it again, not after what it had done to me. “The book,” I said, gesturing toward it, “wrap it in something. Hand it to me. I don’t want to…” I trailed off, shaking my head, “…experience that again.”

“Trust me, hearing those screams triggered my panic attack. It was a numbing noise. I can’t even express it in words...” He cocked one of his eyebrows, “touch it again.” “What?” “The book, what else?” He raised the book in front of my eyes in his hands. I impulsively shifted back, shaking my head. He intertwined his fingers with mine. “I am here. It will be fine, so touch it.” “No!” I tried to wrench my hands out from Amor’s grip, but couldn’t. “Please, no! That was… disturbing…” “But I don’t feel a thing when I touch it. Why should I trust you? Why should I believe you aren’t acting again?”

She grabbed it out of her hands and snapped, “Don’t touch that!” “Okay…” Dannie replied, shocked, and held up her hands. “What is this book doing here?” Sara said, frowning and angry. Book? She was freaking out over a book. Suddenly, the realization hit Dannie. “Wait, is that the book as in the book?” Sara grimaced. “Yes.”

Attractively annoying nerd. I move away before I get further irritated by the sight and I walk to the other shelf. I can’t get that image off my mind and my mood is officially ruined as I look through the names of the books. "Oh, there." I stand on my feet and raise my hand in an attempt to grab the book on the upper shelf and as the tip of my finger touches it, a hand closes over mine and grabs the book. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to struggle. "

She looked down guilty and I dismissed her from my site. I closed my eyes, the itching spreading like wildfire, my mind echoing with the book's silent laughter. I sat frozen long after my father had left the room. The Alpha's words lingered in the air like smoke that refused to dissipate. A forbidden book. Do not touch it. It will consume you.

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.