Freezing Books Novels & Stories

I paused on my tracks. “You stole a lot of pillows from the quarters.” “And we turned it into a bed cushion, Agnes. They won’t notice that they are missing a few duckling feathers.” “You snatched many books from the library.” Agnes added. “Don’t worry, all of those books are forbidden. They do not care about stuff that they don’t believe in.” “They are planning on burning it all anyway...” Fatma noted as she halted for a breather too, “You should steal more.”

A book suddenly appeared on ivory’s hand it looked old but it was surprisingly in good shape. ‘What is this?’ ivory asked curiously. ‘It’s a technique book’. Ivory eyes lit up and she opened it, on its first page the title was written it was called Ice fist. The book contained images and writings. It involved enveloping your hands with ice such that, the ice looked like gloves. It had the ability to freeze and shatter anything punched and it could even harm those who were just a phase higher than the user. Ivory quickly sat down and immersed herself in the book. Anita finally lifted her head and smiled when she saw ivory reading. Anita suddenly looked up in worry but she wasn’t looking at wh

I entered the library and shivered, the room was so cold as though it was below ten degrees. The library was dimly lit and I wrapped my hands around my body, shivering because of the cold. I wondered why the temperature in the library dropped. I walked around the library looking through the shelves for a book to read next, my breathing was cold and the temperature kept on dropping. Wanting to leave here soon, I returned the book I was holding and searched for another book. I looked through the shelves filled with books. I just grabbed a random book and was about to leave when I heard books drop.

How many times he let me down. I shook my head, meeting her soft, worried eyes. "Please... don't tell anyone. I'm leaving." My eyes landed on the last page. Page 99. Three years. Ninety-nine chances. That was it. I was done waiting.

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

Linda said disdainfully, "It looks like you've finally become mature. It would have been better if you had come to your senses earlier. If you had, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan wouldn't have hated you so much." I said nothing as I entered the storage room, and a pungent, moldy smell hit my nose. The cramped space was filled with a wide variety of items. There was only a one-meter-wide small bed, half of which was filled with books, and the other half was empty. I lay down and drifted off into a deep sleep. I was so tired that all I wanted was a good night's sleep... However, even such a small wish escaped me. It was unknown how long it had been before I was jolted awake by a strong force. When I open

"Yeah. The temperature dropped below zero a handful of times, but usually I was home in Phoenix for winter break during the worst of it. Burlington was a winter wonderland. What you're describing sounds like frozen hell." "Don't worry. If we get desperate, we can always burn your books." "Hey! You've got way more books than I do. Why do mine have to make the ultimate sacrifice?" "Or you could try making biscuits again." I wave my trowel at him. "Now you're just being insulting. I thought we both agreed never to speak of the forbidden breakfast food again." "Though if last time was any indication, the smoke is probably toxic." "If you don't shut up soon, I'm gonna force-feed them to you."