Don't Touch That Book Novels & Stories

How did I zone out right here? “Girl,” she said, dryly. “Be careful. He doesn’t like his stuff touched.” Now I was confused. Isn’t that... what cleaning is? I used my hands, not my legs. I swallowed the thought. “I know what you’re thinking,” Helen deadpanned. How the— “Yes, cleaning involves touching. Hands working, not legs. But you cannot go through his things. Especially his books.” I smiled awkwardly. She should’ve said that earlier, because... yeah, I already did.

It seems to be another language entirely. As I was about to place the book back on the desk, a strange sensation rippled through my body. It was as if an invisible force was tugging at me, urging me not to let go of the book. I tried to shake it off, but the feeling only intensified. It was like a whisper in my ear, telling me to keep the book close and not to let it out of my sight.

You are the only one that can read this, if you don't believe ask someone and you will see. "Are you having trouble, you are looking kind of lost and pale." King Alexander said from above me. I stiffened as I read the last line. Don't read this outloud they can't read your mind. This book is more powerful than anyone nomatter the time. So don't read this outloud and you will keep every universe safe. Any thought about this book will be blocked. So dont be scared you will see.

She shivered when his breath washed over her ear and she staggered back. Quickly, she pushed the book on his chest whilst avoiding his gaze. “Here is your book.” She was just about to let go when he spoke. “If that book touches the ground, there will be hell to pay,” he spoke in a hard tone that had her gulping and immediately take the book into her hands. “Again, if it doesn’t touch my chest in the next second, I think you know what will happen.” Anelia quickly put the book back against his chest and put both hands over it. “Good job, Telford. Now, what was that you said again? Oh yes. Something along the lines of your right to know what happened. Well, perhaps I should help to jog your mem

It's nothing intimate or tender. I'm just… cleaning her up. And, right before I touch her, her lashes flicker. A slow, weak flutter, like a butterfly struggling to rise. Fuck. My hand suspend in the air, but before her eyes can find me, I step back, fast. My spine snaps straight, my expression hardens like stone. I cross the room and grab the book on the table. I don’t even know what the fuck it’s about. I sit, and pretend to read.

“Is it really my last day already?” I blinked at him, tilting my head. “Yeah, duh?” I said playfully, though a nagging feeling told me something was off. Pushing the thought aside, I reached into my bag and pulled out the book. “Here, it’s not much, but I thought you might like it. Maybe we can talk about it the next time we see each other.” Anton stared at the book for a moment before taking it from my hands. His fingers brushed against mine, but unlike before, there was no warmth in his touch.

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—”

I asked looking at him-" What you want then?" He smiled and got up from his chair and started walking towards me slowly. His gaze was looking straight into my soul. I looked at him nervously and gulped as I started going backward a little. He stopped at a certain distance and said while giving a playful expression-" Mmm... Good question, Well as for Memoir, this is a forbidden book" He held the book up while looking at it carefully as he continued-" if principal Dunston would come to know about this... you guys could get in trouble." Jenny smiled as she replied-" I used the invisible spell to take the book, don't worry"

She's getting on my fucking nerves. I don't like sharing anything that belongs to me. It makes me look so weak. "Get up from my seat, you don't come into someone's study and touch what you are not meant to." I said I was finally losing it because she was touching my books like they were hers. "Calm down, I wasn't eating them, just going through them and besides, your contract doesn't State I can't touch whatever belongs to you." She retorted, picking up a book and scrolling through the pages like she was actually planning on getting on my nerves.

As we made our way through the winding corridors, I couldn't help but feel a surge of... something. Pride? Excitement? It was strange, wanting to share this part of my world with someone else. "Fair warning," I said as we approached the massive obsidian doors, "some of these books have a mind of their own. Literally. Don't touch anything without asking me first, unless you want to lose a finger. Or your sanity." Sebastian nodded, his expression a mix of awe and determination. "Understood. Lead the way, my hellish librarian."