Fragments Book Novels & Stories

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

No more rushing I hope! **You must remove the book from your library and re-add it to see the changes of which there are many! If you added this book before 12/16/21 you'll need to delete it and re-add. You will NOT lose the chapters you paid for. Thank you for understanding and please enjoy!** ~Saree Bee

"Maybe we could talk... alone?" I had a feeling Damien wouldn't be okay with that. Plus, I was mad Frank had interrupted my little talking session with Damien. "Damien can stay," I said quickly, too quickly. A mistake. "Whatever you need to say, he can hear." Frank raised an eyebrow but didn't press. Instead, he pulled out a stack of papers and an old, leather-bound book that looked like it belonged in a cursed museum. “What is this?” I asked, frowning.

Now Steve wants to take advantage of my weakness. “I think I should tell him, and if he chooses to love me for who I am, fine,” I said and paused for a minute, when a voice said in my head, “He doesn’t love you, he’s just helping you out of pity.” I swallowed hard. That was harsh, but it was a reality. I grabbed my phone again to look at my face on the screen. Underneath my eyes was swollen. My face was bruised and swollen too from Liana’s punches. “I think I’ve heard enough,” I muttered as I made my way out of the library.

We ate in stretches of silence broken by small, ordinary questions. “Pass the salt?” “Is this stale?” “Did you sleep at all last night?” It helped. The normalcy. No glowing light, no humming bond, just three people chewing and making faces at each other when the cheese turned out too sharp. Eventually, Ronan pushed his plate away and pulled a small leather-bound book from his belt. He laid it on the table between us. “What’s that?” I asked. “Anchor,” he said. “You two keep using the word. So I made one.”

The pages were old enough that several nearly crumbled beneath his fingers, the writing faded and uneven in places as if whoever had written it never intended for the book to survive this long. Most of the first pages were impossible to read fully, sections lost entirely to time and damage, though scattered words still stood out enough to piece fragments together. Moonstone. Balance. Divine corruption. Cedric leaned closer. “Keep going.” Calix carefully turned another page. Then another. Victoria stepped around beside him, scanning the text until one line finally caught her attention enough to stop her completely. “Wait.” Everyone looked toward her. Victoria’s eyes moved over the line again

It became fragile, easily broken. Even small injuries took forever to heal. The slightest stress could send me spiraling out of control. Sometimes, I even felt like that fragility protected me. Since I seemed like 'too much trouble,' some of the worst things that could have happened to me were avoided. However, they did not let me off. They only became harsher. If something went wrong, I was beaten. If nothing went wrong, I was still beaten. If something in the house broke, it was my fault. If my younger brothers picked on me and I fought back, that was my fault, too.

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' A sound of his body that was flewn and hitted feel his back on the ground. Because of his surprise Liam was still on the ground while trying to caress where Imre hitted him. It got a little blood on his lips, he wipes it and then he look at Imre with a very powerful and animalistic look in his green eyes. It was burning like fire but it was not a red color but a brightening sparkling green diamonds in his eyes. Liam already knows that attitude he got in him but he wasn't expecting that, so he hadn't had the chance to fight back when he hitted him.

' Jessa groans frustratingly at her failure to forget what she heard back at Edmond's office. She has been recalling it ever since she left the building and now, she is on her bed still thinking about it. She has even tried to sleep but she just can't push the thoughts out her mind. She would have thought a great force is making the memories stuck so deep in her memories like a glue to a paper but hey, Jessa is never a person to believe in such supernatural things so she immediately dismisses it. She has been reading a lot of fantasy books, as well as supernatural books but she thinks they are all a creation of people.