Falling Into Place Book Novels & Stories

This didn’t make sense. My instincts were screaming that something was hidden here. I could feel it. Something was off. They wouldn’t build a place like this just to store books. These rooms were a cover. A disguise. I sighed quietly, rubbing my forehead in annoyance. Had I risked everything just to end up in a storage building? I looked around the room again, scanning every corner carefully. Something had to be wrong. That was when my eyes landed on one particular bookshelf. One book looked out of place, slightly tilted as if it had been pushed back carelessly. It looked like it might fall at any moment.

Why am I doing this? My hand seemed to have a mind of its own and plucked the mysterious book out from the rest of the other books. It felt warm and tingly on my hands, it was almost as if it was vibrating. I looked at it bewildered, total, and in utter confusion, as I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I dropped the book in fear, and there was a moment where time stood still for a second as I watched the book fall slowly in front of me, the tip of it almost touching the floor, I watch in awe as it sucked me in and everything around me towards it.

Then he kissed her. Goosebumps appeared on Adler’s skin as he closed the book while gritting his teeth. ‘This is too cheesy!’ he shouted inwardly. "Nothing to see here besides comics," he sighed. Planning to stride out, his feet halted upon looking at the bookshelves again. He noticed that the books were put in a pattern. Three horizontal and three vertical. But at the center, the pattern was broken. One book was placed wrong. Then next, the pattern repeated again.

I need to leave; I couldn't imagine how I would handle the disgust if I were at face value with the reason for my despair. My back straightened, I swivelled backwards, and just as I was about to break into a run, one of my books fell to the ground with a thud. The timing couldn't have been worse. If I left the book, which had my name boldly written over it, then I would be doomed. They had heard the book fall because something was being arranged, and I heard footsteps heading towards the door. Picking up my books in a flash, I ran, praying that I didn't trip on the long row of stairs.

The compelling would be so strong, its not easy to resist' the text read. Kyra closed the book shut when she started to feel uneasy. She stood up so fast that the chair she was sitting on toppled over. She stumbled over one of the legs of the chair and fell back wards. Her arms flailing while she tried to stop the fall. She tried to grab the shelf, but accidentally grabbed a book that was placed in the corner at the middle row of that shelf. She saw the book moving out of the row, but got stuck. Her hand slipped and she couldn't stop her fall. She was expecting to fall on the floor, she did, but into the hole which was opened in the floor out of the blue.

There’s no way that I won’t get that book. Out of choices I decided to lift the ladder and place it on the bookshelves. Ok. Let’s try it out. I took the first step and I can hear it creaking. My goodness I guess this is a bad choice. I took another step and it’s not making any sound so I decided to go further. In the middle of the ladder I can really feel it breaking. Oh my God? Is this going to break? Trying to ignore it all I took another step and the ladder broke.

No path forward. Just the memory of one perfect night when I’d forgotten to be broken. And the business card still tucked in my clutch, a reminder of the man who’d made me feel alive. I fell asleep thinking about gray-green eyes and the way he’d said my name like it was something precious. Fell asleep telling myself I’d made the right choice. Fell asleep trying to believe tomorrow would be different. But deep down, I knew the truth. Nothing was going to change until I changed it myself.

No One POV . . . Author Note: You guys will read the details of how all the things happened in my other featuring the lead role of Mishri & Eklavya (BAD BOY’S VIXEN). I will start this book in January. Before that, I need to end this book. . . Back to the story! .

I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf. Three steps later, everything went wrong. My vision greyed out again, worse than ever. My still-weak body, protesting its overuse, staggered forward before crumpling at the knees. Bozkurt’s terrible book went flying as I dropped towards the hard tile floor. Suddenly there were strong arms around my waist, grabbing me and pulling me in to stop my fall – Vincent had caught me. Which meant I was in his arms, leaning against him, pressed flush against his lithe body.