Fumbled Book Novels & Stories

"Ah , no , mhmm , no don't touch me " Lana felt as if someone was tearing her body into half , the pain was constant no matter how many times she tried to push the warm body that kept surging in and out of her ; the person just won't budge.

I was speechless. 'Ah, I forgot about that.' The book I was reading was called 《The Male Lead's Lover》. It was a story filled with crappy cliché, and I also don’t know what I ate to read that kind of book. Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf.

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

The image is intimate and damning. It is not supposed to hurt, but it does. My vision blurs and the world tilts dangerously. The phone slips from my numb fingers, clattering down the stairs. A strange ringing fills my ears, drowning out everything else. I take a step, forgetting I am still on the staircase. My ankle twists, and suddenly I am falling, tumbling down the hard marble steps.

He put the word down and picked up his phone. He was doubly frustrated now. He had hoped perhaps yesterday would be the second step in their quest for a new beginning. But both attempts had been an utter failure. Everything between them always seemed to be about winning. Who would back down. Who was strongest. Who would be the first to lose it. Whether Khyle had intended it or not, they had locked horns from the first moment they met, and after all these weeks, they still sat in that same awkward embrace. That phrase. Awkward embrace. He looked at it for a moment and then deliberately looked elsewhere.

Third-Person POV "Faye! Faye, are you okay?!" Jace rushed into the abandoned building. The second he saw her, he ran over. She threw herself straight into his arms. "Jace!" The warmth of her body against his made his heart jolt. Then Nadia's face flashed through his mind— That empty look. That complete disappointment. He gently pulled Faye back and checked for injuries. The second he crouched down, a sharp pain hit his chest. Then it turned hollow, like something had been ripped out.

Guess a young, naive girl like her couldn't resist so-called love. *** Third-Person POV Two months flew by. Philip finally scraped together enough for his first semester and a couple months of living. He was riding high, thinking he'd made it without Stella, no dropout in sight. Then Margaret crashed. She got rushed to the ER, and just like that, his little victory died. That's when it hit him. Last time, Stella's card had covered everything. Margaret stayed in the hospital the whole time—no emergencies, no panic. This time?

Nick said shrugging. "I'm barely even tall enough to swim and you think I'm gonna go into football where guys twice my size slammed into me snapping my skinny arms and legs into two? No thanks" He said which made me laugh and they looked at me amused. Not because it funny because of his choice of words. 'Slammed into me'. What can I say I have a smutty mind. "You could exercise" Nick said "Babe leave him alone, if he wanted to join the football team, he would have" Collin said to him.

She blurted out everything that she was holding for a long. "Will you help me?" Carla froze at her place hearing what her mom spoke. She found herself standing in the middle of the fire. One imbalanced step and she would be burnt down. Either with guilt for not helping her or by the torturous death her master would give. "Help... H...help... I mean..." Carla stammered looking with an ajar mouth to gulp down her remaining words. "Please....." "Mam... You know....." Carla couldn't finish her words when both of them heard a knock on the door. Carla walked towards the door to open and saw one of the guards standing there. Plodding inside the room he examined her and Carla with a scrutinizing gaz

"Ha!" He faced the audience, walking back towards them with slow, winding steps. He threw his hands out to either side, tossing them twice in the air. "Ha! What foolish jabber!" He spun himself around on his heals, fully animated. Again facing Webber, he mocked him and said, "If the man was so incompetent, maybe he was never fit to rule in the first place! Or maybe you haven't thought of that, have you, sage? You never consider your own folly or that of this book!" Kallida contended, snatching the copy of the Kingsmen Chronicles from the desk of the court clerk and throwing it violently downward. There was a loud thud as the thick book hit against the hard ground with its soft leather bindin