False Starts Book Novels & Stories

I sigh, placing my book down. " I'm sorry is a start, actually meaning it and not just saying it. You realized that you were wrong, that's another start, a good one and one I can believe and make me listen to you." She nods stiffly, shifting awakwardly in her seat. " I don't bite you know, I'm not that scary." I shrug. " Okay, don't get a big head now. I was wrong, we've already out lined that part." She grumbles, making me smile in amusement.

Zack I stare at Bry’s laptop and the growing list of unread emails. She said I need to start to learn about her pack and what better way to do it than to jump right in, feet first, into the fire? But what am I thinking? Confusion clouds my head while my eyes nearly go cross-eyed looking at all the emails. With each passing second, more pop up and add to the growing list for us to get through.

Every second felt like an hour, and I hated that I was standing there looking like a lost puppy in front of them. I straightened my shoulders, trying to look like I wasn’t about to pass out. But inside? I was falling apart piece by piece. I finally forced myself to take a shaky step forward, my voice stuck somewhere between my stomach and my lungs. “Okay… let’s just… start.” I dropped my binder onto the table and opened it, flipping through my carefully highlighted notes. My hands were shaking so badly the pages rustled like dry leaves. Rowan immediately snatched one of my notes, holding it up like it was some alien artifact. “Damn, princess. You highlight like a psychopath. Are these hearts

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Zavier cursed as he realized he couldn't touch the real book. "I probably should've warned you." I said as I swiped my hand one more time changing the contents to the original state. I looked up to Zaviers beyond burnt hand and swiped it better. The fake book changed from a black to a brown color with light writing. It was a book of temporary spells. The second book was the real forbidden spells book and it was black with very old writing and paper that was dingy. You could feel the power radiating off of it. Hidden behind a false image It didn't seem as powerful as in it's true form

he said, “you’re reading.” “I can’t focus,” I admitted. He reached to the shelf above my head and slid out a thin book at random, laying it open on my lap. His knuckles brushed mine; accident or not, I didn’t care. The contact steadied me. “Then pretend,” he said. “Just for a little longer.” I nodded, and he gave one short nod back like warriors give before battle. Looking down at the book, the title read ‘Goderick’s Guide to Vanishing Politely’.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

Anna teased, settling onto the plush carpet in the sprawling library, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. They worked together in comfortable silence, the rhythmic sound of the rain outside creating a cozy atmosphere. Dylan was on a ladder, dusting the top shelves, while Anna organized the lower ones, carefully stacking books by genre. It was while she was moving a small stack of books about art history that she discovered it: a heavy, slightly faded, maroon velvet photo album, tucked away behind a row of volumes on Renaissance architecture. It was clearly old, pre-dating his minimalist, current aesthetic.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."