Novel & Cerita Extraordinary You Book

I was barely a blimp on the radar compared to others. “You have never been ordinary. You might have lived an ordinary life, but you are extraordinary. Everyone gravitates toward you because they want to be near you. Even if they don’t understand why, they want to be near you. That doesn’t always mean it will be a good encounter.” The Goddess said, which made me realize she could hear everything I was thinking. “You chose the wrong girl for the job. Maybe you need to find someone else.”

How could I burden someone else with my problems? My gaze shifted to the small bookshelf in the corner. Among the titles, one caught my eye: "Finding Clarity in Chaos." It was gifted to me by Alex. Alex has picked it up during a fleeting moment of inspiration for me , hoping it might provide some guidance someday. Perhaps that day had arrived.

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Arpit and I are fond of novels, while he loves to read horror, I am a mystery-thriller fan. I was unwrapping the parcel when Aunty called him and he went to her, telling me to keep his books in his room. The books were 5 while I remembered ordering only 4. I thought to check why I have received an extra book. Horrified by the revelation, the book was The Red Journal. I thought I was hallucinating. I picked up the red book and stood in front of the mirror. It was not my hallucination, it was real, just like me.

That's strange. "This book, I can feel it now. It's no ordinary book, there's something very strange, no rather unique about this book. I feel a strong energy radiating from it and it's creating some kind of connection with me. We have to find out what it is, this feeling is so surreal." Tara said and this only got me more excited. I knew there was a reason why I'd picked the book in the first place. "The book doesn't even have a title, are you sure you want to read it? What if it's some really scary horror story that'll cause you to have terrible nightmares after you read it?" Kayden questioned and I threw him a look that depicted. 'Seriously?'

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

She slid them across the table toward Antonia. Antonia tilted her head, her fingers tracing the smooth leather. "Portia? What is this?" "Open it," Portia murmured, her eyes locked onto Antonia's with absolute earnestness. When Antonia turned the cover, her breath caught. The first page wasn’t blank. In Portia’s elegant, precise handwriting, a title was written at the top: Our Blueprint. Beneath it, Portia had sketched a beautiful, minimalist floor plan of a modern, sunlit apartment by the coast—complete with a designated studio space for Antonia's art and a small balcony overflowing with plants.

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You have a big day tomorrow—checking out the apartment and surviving another day with your mysterious little charge. ---------------------------

“The Council felt the surge of our bond the second it solidified. They’ve been watching since your first scream echoed into the veil.” I moved forward, pressing my hand flat to the seal. It burned. Not painfully—but intimately. As if the seal knew me. As if it had always been waiting. The wax cracked and melted under my palm. Inside, only four words, written in ancient script that bled down the page: “Come. Or be taken.” Xanden let out a slow breath. “Subtle.” “They’re afraid,” I said. “But they won’t admit it. So they’ll try to test me. Control me.”