Glitter Books Novels & Stories

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Odd since the royal family barely lifted a hand around here. There were large gold plated shelves all over the room, way more than I could hope to count, that contained books of all kinds, history, music, mysticism, astrology, and books of Lycan law. The spines of each book was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but touch each one I passed. "Elora! Isn't this delightful?" Lucy squealed like a happy child. "This place is beautiful." I replied, absent mindedly. I was totally lost in the beauty of the books.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

I ran my fingers across the spines as I walked through the foyer, noting how silver glitter fell softly off every book. I looked down and saw the ground was littered with sparkling silver dust. It was strange dust though, it didn’t stick to my boots. It seemed to just stay in place, sparkling and taunting me, as if beckoning me to lean down and attempt to wipe it with my own fingers. I refrained in fear that if I touched it there, it might whisk me away from this magical place.

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

"I didn't see you sneak in." No response. Just those solemn blue-gray eyes. She tried again. "Mind if I join you?" Still nothing. But she didn't look away. Amelia lowered herself into the chair with deliberate slowness, setting her plate between them like a peace offering. She broke a corner of toast and placed it near the edge of the girl's reach. A gesture. An invite. "I brought my secret weapon," she said quietly. "Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare."

Her eyes widened as she read the faded words etched onto it: The Curse of the Moonstone. Opening it, her hands shook, but once her fingers glided onto the pages, a strange, pungent sensation conquered her. It felt as though her hand was stuck to, almost attached to the book. She tugged on it to pull it back, but it just would not move, as the book held onto her. These pages started to glow, and from the words spilt a soft, golden light. She stared, transfixed, as the glow intensified and the letters rearranged themselves to form new words right before her eyes.

I kept walking toward the back wall then I saw something strange. A soft golden glow appeared between two massive bookshelves I walked past a thousand times. It was a hidden section. The books here looked ancient, their leather spines shimmering faintly. Titles like The Touch of Shadows, Bound by Moonlight, and Whispers After Dark seemed to pulse with their own light. My fingers trembled as I reached out and pulled one book from the shelf. It felt warm, almost alive. I was so curious to see so I opened it slowly.

Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can make anyone shit his pants with their skinless and huge ten meter tall and four meter wide bodies, and eyes like soccer balls that can turn around like a lizard starving looking for food, with jaws that can devoured a cow in one fell swoop, with fangs like spears hanging in their mouth hangry to stab something, anything that can move. Through one of those flickering lights, a dazed old man, he walks like drank fool after a miserable missed up day of bad luck , yellow sands f

The darkness in his eyes eradicates my senses. “You remember the screens at Seductive Vibrations?” His eyes delve deep into mine, watching for my reaction. Nodding to him, I do remember them. We had a conversation about how some people live stream just to the rooms – those who can’t be there, but are exhibitionists and enjoy the thought of people watching them in real-time, as it happens.