Novel & Cerita Fumbled Book

O YOU ARE SO DEAD. But before I could tear it into pieces like a wild cat I noticed it was the journal. I quickly opened it to find the reverse spell. The book was being pooled in another direction by the attraction force of the tornado. I kept a tight grip on it even though I was getting hit by other books and things and was going through it when suddenly a book smacked on my face. I lost my gip on the book. I threw the book away from my face .The journal was not there in my hand any more. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO".

A group of classic looking girls bumped into me and all my books fell to the floor. I expected them to at least help me with them, instead, they all stepped on my hard-earned books mocking me as they walked. Gosh!! This is so embarrassing. Where is Harmony when I need her? I picked up my books and put them in my backpack. Shoulda done this before…... A paper fell out and I glanced at it, it was my scholarship letter and stuffs. I thought I left this at home. A yellow sheet was stapled to it. Didn’t see this before.

Nevan was made smarter, agile, authoritative and wise. The two of them began to launch the contents of the mind. A way out with the appearance of the cunning enemy. *** The room is not too cramped. A hand that flipped through a unique book that was slightly dusty. The dark color of the book looks faded by the title. His hands were not smooth, nor did they look dull. But, the eyes are starting to look confusing. “What a strange history book,” Felix muttered glancing around the body of the book.

She was so strong, just like an average male. I was forced to lie down on the couch. All I saw was red. Alarmed, I tried to climb forward, only to feel Claudia grabbing me by my ankle and hoisting me backward. She removed her glasses, revealing a pair of cold, enchanting eyes. Then, she lowered her head and began searching for something. Her fingers were slender and long. As she poked and prodded every inch of my body, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of rage and embarrassment.

The librarian didn’t fall so much as… come unbound. Once the lockbook was out of its chest, its whole body lost the logic that had been holding it together. Volumes that had been ribs and limbs and vertebrae a heartbeat earlier juddered, then shook loose, tumbling in awkward cascades.

I quickly find the section I was looking for, the history section. Climbing the ladder, I went row by row searching for one particular word but couldn't find it, the library was huge then how come I can't find the exact book I was looking for? I skimmed through all the book in that row to no avail. It's was getting really frustrated and my strength with enthusiasm was weaning out, I turned to leave in anger when I mistakenly pushed down a book from it place, I quickly picked it up to place it back on the counter when I caught a glimpse of it name.

“FUCK!” I picked up the smaller bookcase that was at the head of my mattress and threw it across the room. The books scattered and the shoddy work of the shelf made the lid come off. It wasn’t enough. I felt like I needed to destroy everything. Everything was wrong. This was all wrong. How the hell was I supposed to fix this?

I can’t stop thinking that the person who sent the gift could have some bad intentions towards me and my baby. There’s always this constant worry and fear in the back of my head wherever I go. After class, I decided to head to the library one afternoon to look for a certain book that was needed for my lesson the following day. I spent almost thirty minutes in there trying to look for the book and doing some research which was going to be submitted in three days. I tried to focus on my studies and ignore the bugging thoughts about Jolene.

Her eyes shifted to the list of books in her hands, realizing the daunting task ahead of them. Arranging hundreds of books seemed like a monumental undertaking. As they opened one of the boxes filled with books, a cloud of dust rose into the air, irritating their noses. The room suddenly echoed with the sounds of sneezes, causing a momentary pause in their progress. The copies of the books they were handling showed signs of age and wear. Some were tattered, with pages on the verge of separating from their bindings. Folded pages were scattered throughout, but Ruby had a fondness for such books, appreciating their character and history.

“Was it because the ring didn’t fit, or...?” “Goodness!” Vivian exclaimed, bending down alongside Ranya to retrieve the fallen ring that had rolled under the table. “I’ll get it,” she said, laughing heartily as she squatted to reach under the table, accidentally dropping something from her pocket. Her world froze as Ranya stretched forward and picked it up. “Oh God,” she gasped internally, standing up and completely forgetting about the fallen ring on the floor. How could she have forgotten to dispose of the kit before leaving the house?