Freezing Books Novels & Stories

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.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.

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