Novel & Cerita First Person Book

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

“Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ” He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.” “I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “Why this book?” I asked, stealing the opportunity to know what the real Kael is like. “I like books that… make me think. And this one does.” “Think about what?” I asked, hoping my curiosity wasn't obvious. “Is this some sort of interview?” he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it.

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

I had no interest in that so I just kept walking until I reached my room. I immediately went in and sat on the sofa bed. I don't know how I will end this day. Can I read a book? I stood up again and looked at the shelves with books. It was meant to be used as a book for my studies. Rare flowers. That's what's written in the book. I didn't read it because I didn't need to. I don't really like reading either. I will only read if necessary. So I brought the rather large book. The books here are a bit different because they are not like printed books. This is handwritten and the images are drawn, but that's okay because the writer's calligraphy is beautiful.

Author's note: Hi everyone, sorry I have been posting one chapter at a time. I'm not even sure if anyone is reading this book, but I love writing. I have a whole series of the mafia series, but I was told to post this one first. After I get done, I might just post the very first book of the mafia series. I'm sure you will love it. My very first book was "The Alpha's Mate." That's my baby. It only has sixteen chapters written, but truthfully, I have been reading books for a long time, so I thought I would try my hand at writing.

And for the first time, she leaned — just slightly, barely a shift — but she leaned toward him. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t the suffocating kind anymore. It was taut, fragile, humming with the weight of words that couldn’t be taken back. Valentina leaned into Dante’s presence, her shoulder brushing his sleeve. Her body felt brittle, like glass, but the contact steadied her. “I thought…” She swallowed, her voice a whisper. “I thought the first man I killed would be Cruz. Or some nameless soldier. Not Luca.” Dante’s eyes sharpened. “Tell me.”

Isn’t that the reason why they were trying so hard to hide their identities? “B-But, other people enjoy reading werewolves stories. They thought it was fictional so they felt okay,” Joel tried to lift up the mood. “That’s right, Hunter! Don’t lose your spirit!” Edgar cheered. “Really? Then, after I publish my first book, I will think of making one for a werewolf.” “Anyway, what is your first book?” Joel asked. “My first book is: The Red Bugs In My Blanket Are as Big as My Butt.”

The desire to know far outweighed the caution I knew I should always take with a stranger. “I’m Casey Merker,” I bellowed as I stretched my hand out for the letter. “Give it to me.” An angry snarl consumed his reddening face as he turned toward me and lifted his feet up, one by one to display the soles of his dust riddled boots. “You made me walk all that way in these pathetic boots when you could have told me who you were from the start. What kind of person are you?” he asked. The genuine distress on his face caused a tinge of regret within me. I shook it off quickly. I needed to keep my head about me and not succumb to whatever power this stranger possessed where I was concerned. That flut

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.