Falling Into Place Book Novels & Stories

He said as we stopped at the door of the lecture hall. At that moment, I knew he had referred me to Jacob. Jacob was always an early comer to lecture, I knew that the moment I stepped my feet into the lecture hall, Jacob would probably be in the front row seat with his eyes glued to his book but he would be able to pick up my scent. I sighed and gestured that we entered the lecture room and as expected, there he was, seated like a male model with his primary focus on his book but after a few seconds, he raised his head and started to scan the whole area. He probably had picked up my scent.

So why did something like that happen at the most disadvantageous time? Because he had not been able to build the perfect secure space for it, he placed it among the ordinary books in hope of it going unnoticed. However, when he ran his fingers through the row of books, he could not feel that one book which was supposed to be there. His heartbeat immediately accelerated, it’s the equivalent of losing your phone in the modern day. Someone like hom who was mostly cold headed suddenly became anxious, out of all things in the world, it was one of the few things he absolutely could not let go because the consequence of misuse of the book could lead to a terrible disaster.

Leigh suddenly stepped in front of me with a mug full of coffee. “I made you breakfast”, she said. Extending the cup towards me. It all happened so fast l had no time to either react or stop. And l suddenly crashed into Leigh. Our bodies colliding. The impact of the collision causing Leigh’s mug of coffee to spill onto me. The sticky hot liquid penetrating the fabric of my suit and seeping it’s way onto the skin on my chest.

I said as I tried to stand up, but his weight on me held me down, and with this movement, it sent another roll of books falling down. Which one fell directly on me as I caught it and held it close to me for a few minutes before Luke could get his posture back? I sat there, not interested in standing any longer. As I looked at the book, it looked different, not like the ones I used to go through.

“Didn’t it though? Today the heroes won. One small victory in the war on heartless, fake cunts. The ultimate justice will be ours in the end l. Even if it’s by one small victory at a time.” Amber nodded. There was more than one way to bring down an empire. Often things crumbled piece by piece, one crack at a time, until they toppled entirely. Amber was more than ready to grab her hammer and keep chipping away for as long as it fucking took…

She really was the ice queen with no heart nestled beneath her fake tits. Amber only left Grayson’s side long enough to wash her hands and then collect a few things. While she completed that task, she tried not to dwell on a troubling thought. The bathroom floor had been dry indicating Grayson hadn’t made it into the shower yet. He hadn’t slipped on water on the floor. The rug was an anti-slip rug, so it was possible he had actually displaced it while he was falling and it hadn’t been the cause of his fall in the first place. Had he lost his balance? Had the fall been caused by his disease indicating his symptoms were getting more severe?

It’s one of those self-help books, the kind people like to pretend they don’t need but secretly read every morning before their third cup of coffee. “How to Align Your Life”—yeah, I’m sure Clarice has read that one cover to cover. I glance around again, taking in the total lack of chaos, the utter perfection of it all, and something unsettling hits me. I feel like I shouldn’t be here. Like this apartment is too much for me to touch, let alone live in. There’s an order to everything, and I’m… out of place.

She has the language now. By November of the sixty-fifth year she has eighty-one entries and can see the shape. The fourth book is not structured the way the previous three were structured. It does not have parts and chapters and a formal argument that advances from claim to evidence to conclusion. It has entries — each one a day or a week of being inside the thing — and the entries have been organizing themselves, gradually, the way the second life organized itself: not by design but by accumulation, each one finding its place in relation to the previous ones until the whole has a shape that could not have been planned but is exactly right.

But somehow, I kept finding the right path. It almost felt like someone was guiding me. I noticed it after the second day. Each time I got stuck, each time I didn’t know where to turn next, something strange happened. A page would fall out from a pile of books. A journal would be placed at the very top of the shelf, like it was waiting for me. A sentence would stand out, written clearer than the others. It was as if someone was showing me the way. At first, I thought it was just luck. But then it happened too often. Too perfectly. Too smoothly.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )