Fumbled Book Novels & Stories

“So, do I, JK.” From the holder and the played fool in this certain game, as the other is the perpetrator, but is also being manipulated. The clock shatters into million pieces as its shards vanish before it could even make any sound. Now shaking those thoughts as she needed to be strong and fight the fear that comes back right into her life after the smile and joy. The book flips and then closes, flying back into her arms as the touches appear with their same prominent colors of flames, and the voice asks her.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

Their eyebrows lifted, April tilted her head, flashing me a sideways look. After they settled, I continued. “I owe each of you an apology. These past two weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions. I've been tense, pressured, frustrated, angry and stressed. Maybe I’ve been snappy, suspicious, and impatient too. I kept thinking the festival was going to fall apart, and I dragged some of you through my panic. I was wrong to unload it that way. So… I’m sorry. Really sorry.” The breeze lifted a banner that read ‘BOOKS BUILD BRIDGES. The banner fluttered like it was nodding along with the discussion.

The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby. If you’d like a paperback copy of Fable for your bookshelf, check out the print version on Amazon – it’ll make an enchanting addition to your book collection ;) Just search for 'Fable by Saskia Snow; on Amazon and you'll find it. And if you enjoyed reading Fable as much as I enjoyed writing it, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

my wolf grimaces uncomfortably. “You’re not wrong on that one,” I shudder, quickly flipping the page over. The further I delve into the book, the further deteriorations I can see to its neglected condition. I can’t help but notice the thread holding the book together has begun to fray, struggling to contain the historical accounts listed inside. Its layout subtly begins to shift the more I push on, gradually altering with each entry included allowing me to differentiate between the multiple rulers listed inside.

I attempted grabbing the herbal life book from on top of the bed, where I had tossed it earlier before falling asleep only to be forced to wake up by an ungrateful jerk. However, staring at Gordon who was looking at me trying to pick the book up from the bed, made the book keep falling from my hand while trying to grab it. To make things worse, it was closer to the part of the bed where he was seated and watching what was happening. “I'm sorry, but can you please help me with that?” I asked, after not being able to reach the book as it kept falling from my hand each time I tried to grab it. I don't know if Gordon had some kind of spell on it and I didn't want to go over to the other side of

It felt like I had been watching the dance floor for hours, but glancing down at my watch, it had only been minutes. I kept gazing down, trying to spot Aurora Macafee, but all the she-wolves blended together. I couldn't deny the disappointment I felt when I didn't see her in the crowd. She must not have taken me seriously and decided to avoid the ball altogether. Or she just didn't care what I said, even though the Alpha's word was law. I think that's what caused me to feel the most intrigued about her, though; her rebellious side was intoxicating.

Why was the book blank? He thumbed through all the pages, flipping them frantically as if in search for something to prove the book's facade wrong. Judging by the look on his face and body language, I could tell that he wasn't playing with me or trying to prank me in any way. It was clear to see that he was confused and even more frustrated than I would've thought. Reluctantly, I pulled the book away from his grasp, seeing how hard he was clenching at it.

I needed a few more weeks to digest that accident. Determined, I wheeled back towards the shelves and reached out for the book but the shelf was too high and I only managed to touch the cover. I shook my head in frustration and tried again, pulling my arm even further and got hold of the cover. Absorbed, I forgot all about the childrens' books piled in front of my book and the more I pulled Harry Potter towards me, the more the other books would tip dangerously over my head. I gave one last harsh pull and the pile of books came tumbling down. I screamed, ducking for cover and waited for them to pound me but they never did.

"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.