Figment Book Novels & Stories

And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows. “ How could she do this to me?” I squat in front of the book, tore into two parts. It is as though my heart…life was torn into two parts. I picked it up, as it was soaking with my tears. “ What is wrong with Sage lately?” she was gradually behaving like Lisa, heartless, manipulator.. best at being the victim. Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she took the book. She ran her fingers over the cover, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is no ordinary book,” she said quietly, her words laced with certainty. --- Explaining the Truth “What do you mean, not ordinary?” Ryan’s father, Michael, asked, his skepticism evident. Margaret looked up, her gaze piercing. “This book is a gateway, a connection to another realm—a spiritual realm. It doesn’t just tell a story; it pulls you into it. Your children aren’t just unconscious; their souls are trapped, fighting in a place between life and death.”

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

I furrowed my brows. Didn’t I already return it? I grabbed it and flipped the pages. I bit my lower lip in frustration. What is happening? Was everything all a dream? I shook my head. No, it can’t be. It felt so real. It looked so real. I placed the book back on the bedside table and leaned back on the headboard. Staring at the two figurines in front of me. “What in the world happened? Was that all a dream?” I sigh, and gave up on waiting for something to happen to the figurines after a few minutes of staring at it.

This explained why I always felt a little different, why I had never been interested in the same things as my friends. I breathed deep, focusing on positive thoughts as I looked back down at the book Peter gave me. I wasn't even going to consider the whole ‘Royals are protected amongst the races’ thing. I had enough to deal with at the moment without even contemplating what that could mean. With an irritated sigh I placed the coffee cup back on the table and I started reading through the first chapters of the book that explained a little about the creation of the city of Primogentius in the hope that it would help things make more sense. Peter had already told me a lot of what I read but the

But the moment he stepped into the privy chamber, Anita's head that rolled to his feet some years back, flashed right in front of his eyes, and he almost lost his balance! ****** Hello beautiful readers. Thank you for your support. I will employ this Medium to urge you guys to check my other book out on Meganovel. It thrilling and interesting. * Return of the formidable zillionaire: Liam Storm."

Even if the best case scenario was I remain the same, at least I might be able to center myself long enough to not have my magic explode out of me like some kind of cannon. I set the book down on the coffee table before taking my seat on the floor in front of it. The first few pages are introductions to the author and whatever other nonsense I immediately bypass. I don't need to read through twenty pages of some author—whose more than likely dead by now—droning on about the importance of magic balance and blah blah. Flipping to somewhere in the middle,I immediately saw a diagram of a pentagram. "Ohhh…" I mumble to myself and trace my finger over it.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

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