Getting Unstuck Book Novels & Stories

An unknown feeling is subsiding my inner self. I don't want this feeling. "I will wait for her, no matter what happens." I heard him mumbled. Something hits different though myself as he said those words. And just like that, I concluded something that I don't want to feel. *** I am reading a book that Aunt Gisselle lend me. It's already evening and I'm just going to fall asleep. A loud knock from my door interrupted me. It just opened immediately and Aunt Gisselle came in with a box she's holding.

All of a sudden, I remembered Sabrina's word 'For us to open that box, we need their priest or a book that will give us the instructions on how to open the box' I need a book that will give me the instructions on how to stop this, I thought and started looking around the room. My mind told me to go to the unconscious priest and I followed my mind. I walked to the unconscious priest and searched him. "Bingo" I said when I found a book inside his right pocket and started going through it. Finally, after thirty seconds, on page forty-two, I found what I was looking for.

I said, forcing the apology through gritted teeth. I let the mask of pretense drop immediately after I stepped out. I got into my quarters, locking the door with a soft click, then reached for a hidden panel behind the bookcase, pulling out the book Ella handed to me. Dust flew into the air as I flipped it open, my fingers trembling with urgency. The pages wrinkled with age, their inscriptions glowing faintly with ancient magic. I turned past rituals, curses, enchantments until a title caught my eye. “How to Disarm the Bearer of Unity.”

"The Vance family built a world where every breath was an advance on a debt you couldn't see. But out here, the air doesn't keep a tally." I looked down at my hands. The stain from the printer's ink was fading, turning into a faint, gray shadow along the creases of my palms. The phantom in the silk suit, the Faceless Author, the iron pens—they were all sinking into the deep, dark reservoir of the unwritten past. We had torn the book in half, and in doing so, we had finally broken the sequence. The Geography of the Unwritten

I remained standing, still frozen, not moving an inch. What the hell is happening to me? I looked back at the notebook in my hands. I looked at the paper and began to read again. "Don't read that book?" It seemed like someone wrote that. I turned it over to see if there was any other information. There were three lines written in bold letters on the last page.``You will get stuck!" The writing was messy and rushed. Whoever wrote this didn't know how to write properly. The letters were small, making it harder to read.

I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

finishing the book Jessica had finally placed everything together, she was someone’s mate. That was why this was happening to her, that is why she was here. Jess didn’t know if the person who had gotten this book read through it yet, since there was only two pages who had seem to have sticky notes on them with penciled in remarks, but the one thing she did know is that if they didn’t know of the secret of a human mate, she had to make sure they would never find out. Jessica hurriedly took the book and ripped out all the pages that had to do with humans, she gathered all the lose page and held it over the flame, but she paused before throwing it in. She knew that she came her due to some boa

I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

And the bed itself was folded into an unusual position that closely conformed to the curves of my body. I could clearly feel that my buttocks were raised high, and my legs had been spread apart. I didn't need to look to know it was a deeply embarrassing position. The space before me was dim, as though my head was covered by a nearby curtain. W-What was going on? A wave of panic set in. I struggled with all my strength against the restraints binding my hands, only to realize I couldn't break free at all. It finally dawned on me that my family ran an adult store, and this must be the new pleasure bed we'd recently ordered. The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked throug

I felt as though I could hear her angry voice in my head as she sent me angry, vulgar text messages that actually hurt to look at. "You fucking ungrateful bitch! Answer the fucking phone!" "What did you do to make the Stallones agree to divorce you, you fucking ingrate!" Calmly, I turned off my phone, retrieved the SIM card, and threw it into the trash. Then, I closed my eyes and answered her in my head, "Guess." However, I didn't care whether Mom would eventually guess correctly or not. And even if Corbin found out about my disappearance earlier than expected, I couldn't care less about what they thought anymore.