Freezing Books Novels & Stories

asked Milton when the old Fire Mage kept glaring at him. “Brother Milton,” Mariuk snarled. “The Arch-Mage told me to find some books for you.” He pointed at a stack of books on his desk. “Treat my books with love. They are very precious and rare. And if you lose one more book, boy, I am banning you for life from entering my library,” he warned Milton. Milton rubbed the back of his neck. He looked embarrassed. “It wasn’t my fault. I left the book on the table and went to look for another one. When I returned, the book wasn’t where I left it.”

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

I stated. "Open your books to page forty-two," I said. Everyone else shuffled their papers. Caleb didn't move. He didn't even have a book. He just leaned forward, his chest pressing against the desk, never breaking eye contact. "The brain protects itself after an injury," I explained, forcing myself to look right at him. "It deletes pieces of the timeline to protect you." His gaze suddenly dropped to my lips. He held it there for one long, agonizing second, then snapped back to my eyes.My throat went completely dry.

Finn said, his voice echoing. "You don't like it?" "I don't read." Finn gestured to the yawning, empty shelves. A few lonely manuals on ice drills and ancient pack law sat gathering dust. "It’s all for show. To look like an Alpha who gives a damn about history." Val walked to the center of the room. He ran his fingers over the bare wood. "I could fill this. Every inch." "With your manuscripts?" "No. Never read those." "Why not?" "Just... don't."

“I heard something.” The Alpha’s expression hardened. “What?” “I don’t know.” The answer frustrated her. Because she wasn’t lying. The voice had vanished almost instantly. Leaving behind only a strange feeling. Like moonlight. Like silver light. Like something watching her. Froz didn’t like it. Not one bit. That evening— The White Fang Palace library was unusually crowded. Ancient books covered an entire table. Scrolls. Maps. Records. Documents. Everything Froz had gathered during the last few days. Metro adjusted his glasses. The mountain of books concerned him.

Looked over Elena's shoulder at the freshly printed page. "The local electrical co-op just finished the line for the cabins, " Julian said. His voice was easy to hear over the sound of the press. "Marcus sent over receipts from the New England bookstore cooperative. The winter catalog sold out. The shops are making their lending libraries to keep the Nora Vale books in circulation." Elena picked up a tool to smooth out a crease. "They treat the books like community assets. Not like digital files. When companies controlled the books a story only existed long as you stayed subscribed.. With a real book you can't just delete it."

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

He hissed, staggering, but didn’t drop the makeshift weapon. Books exploded from the Librarian’s chest like shrapnel—fat tomes spinning end‑over‑end, paperbacks whistling like bricks, and loose pages turning to razor‑edged confetti. “Down!” Grant shouted. We hit the drift. A dictionary the size of a concrete block shrieked past my ear, slamming into the ground where my head had been, crushing a mound of pages into paste. The librarian reared back, chains writhing. “AUTHORS ARE RESOURCES,” it thundered. “NOT OPERATORS. NOT FREE.”

I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention. The edges of the book in my hands were turning white, frost creeping over the pages like delicate lacework. I was blatantly failing. With a sharp exhale, I announced.“It’s freezing again.” From the couch across the room, Khalid let out an amused chuckle. “But hey, you held it longer this time.” “Two hours,” I quirked a brow in question as I glanced up to meet his face. He was grinning, all pearly whites in sight, looking far too relaxed for someone watching me unwillingly turn a self-help book into a Popsicle. Flavor? Bland useless knowledge with a sprinkle of aged dust.

But I never expected that the moment I stepped out onto the balcony, Archie would lock the door behind me. Hearing the sound, I rushed back to the glass door and tried to get back inside. The northern winter was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered through the air. There was no heating on the balcony, and since I was inside just moments ago, I was only wearing a thin set of loungewear. The cold wind swept through my clothes, and my limbs quickly stiffened. The icy pain gnawed at my bones, sending sharp, biting chills deep into my skin. I pounded on the glass door, screaming and begging for help.