Falling Into Place Book Novels & Stories

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

It might be starting to turn into paranoia, if something as little as this had my heart pacing. I look up at the shelf above me, where the books had fallen from, and notice how sturdy it looks. The other books on it seem to be perfectly in place. 'So what could have caused these books to fall?' I wonder, as I gather up the books and begin putting them back on the shelf. I think it's about time that I wrap up my search. The day is slipping away. I haven't eaten anything yet, and it seems like the universe is against me finding the book.

"You know what they say—the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." "You—" Maurice blew his top. He charged up to Quinn and raised his hand to strike her. However, Quinn took a step to the side and stuck a leg out when he strode over to her. He failed to hit her and tripped over her leg instead. Maurice toppled forward, falling right where Shania stood. And just like that, he knocked Shania to the ground. A collective gasp was heard from the crowd. "Damn! What's going on?"

I reviewed it, found it solid, and decided to confront Elliot that night. When I got home, he was busy in the kitchen. In a good mood, he said, "You're back early today." "I need to talk to you about something," I said. He brought out a plate of food he'd just made. A big smile was on his face. "What's so mysterious?" I took the divorce agreement out of my briefcase and placed it on the dining table. When Elliot saw its cover, the plate nearly slipped from his hand. "What is this?" His voice trembled, and his face turned pale.

I went with him anyway. At the table, Cicio introduced me to the rival bosses and crooked intermediaries, men who smiled too easily and watched too closely. The plan was already in motion. Someone had been poisoned to weaken the opposition, and Cicio asked me to keep refilling glasses, to urge them to drink, to distract them while the deal was being cornered. Somewhere along the night, I drank what I wasn’t supposed to. I didn’t realize it at first, only that the room started spinning, my body going numb, my thoughts slipping out of reach. I was unraveling in front of everyone, humiliated, barely conscious.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

After reaching home, she placed her booklet on the table, and after writing a few more chapter she dozed off. At the stroke of 12, the booklet began to glow and wrapped the entire room with a bright warm glow. When Arielle opened her eyes, she was standing in front of a book shop. "Where the hell am I? How did I reach here?"

I grabbed some sweats from the closet then headed to the bathroom to take a shower and remove all the makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Nick was sat at the desk with Fallen in his hands. "This is a good book," he said as he looked up from the page. "It is. You should definitely watch the movie too, they really did the book justice," I answered with a smile. He beamed and gave me a boyish grin. "For you, I'll watch anything." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Are you coming downstairs with me?" I asked instead

When in reality my heart was beating so fast I thought it might escape my chest. We pulled into my driveway. He came and opened my door offering his hand to help me out. I didn’t take it. I grabbed one of books. And he grabbed the other. They were heavy so I didn’t bother acting like miss independent right this second. He came into my room. Hovering. Waiting for me to direct him where to put the books. As he placed them on my desk, our hands touched. A spark. A wave. I ignored the feelings. “Anna,” he paused as if assessing what to say. “Can I please just kiss you?” I didn’t agree. But I didn’t object either.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been