Half Book Novels & Stories

He wrote the question and left the answer unowned. I said the other half of it aloud, because I could feel my hand reaching past it. That coal yard had a bell and a count and two halves of a page because that is how that book has kept its arithmetic since before any of us was born. It says nothing about what a Delta standing a stair-head must write down, or whether he must write anything at all. A rule found in one book does not walk upstairs and become a duty in another.

Novel's POV It had been two days since I left Alexei's house. I missed my time there; it was fun, and I got to spend quality time with him, even if he was always busy. I was browsing through my phone when I came across an article. The title read: The Human Animals. “What a funny title,” I laughed, but my curiosity made me click anyway. It featured a picture of a creature that looked half-wolf and half-human. “Interesting,” I said to myself as I read the text:

“Werewolf.” “Interesting,” the man mouthed whilst nodding his head slowly as he wrote some more things on the form. Harold felt uncomfortable. He was having a bad feeling about all of these. “Grade,” the man asked next. It seemed more like he was making a statement than asking for Harold's grade. “Second year,” Harold managed to say. “I got in last year.” The man wrote some more things for about ten seconds after. Still without looking up, the man handed him a pass.

The library was Cassie’s favorite room in the entire house. It was a lovely abode of books, smelling of old paper, leather, and woodsmoke. A massive stone fireplace dominated one wall, and a fire was roaring inside, casting shadows over the rows of old and limited-edition books. Outside, the rain poured in torrents. Rain lashed against the windows in sheets, and thunder rumbled low in the distance, shaking the floorboards. But inside, it was warm, a sharp contrast to the outside.

She just wanted to make sure that everyone there was someone she trusted, and that there was no one unfamiliar to her. That was her only chance to make a good plan and help Selena. So she couldn't make any mistakes. After ensuring everything was fine, she looked at Clifford again, since he was in front of her. "All of you know that tale about the Full Moon, right?" A lot of them nodded in agreement, but a few others remained still, like they had no idea of what she was talking about. "Ah, of course." Grandma pat her forehead. "I forgot there was some humans among us tonight." she smiled at the group that didn't know about the story.

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

"Give me my share of the pack's assets, and I'll leave this territory for good. You'll never see me again." Marcus's expression immediately shifted to concern. "What are you talking about? This is always going to be your home." I laughed like I'd heard a joke. "Home? The day my mother died, I stopped having one." Marcus went rigid. "Name your price," I said. "I want what's mine." He was quiet for a long time, then let out a theatrical sigh. "What are you so upset about this time? Fine. We'll give you half a million to clear your head, take a little trip."

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has won her war. Now let's see if she can win the peace.*

This isolation allowed me to excel academically, finding solace in my books and my studies. After high school, I secretly applied to a distant college to escape from her. Thanks to my academic achievements, I received a scholarship, which enabled me to attend a prestigious university far from home. I left without a trace, leaving a note for my grandmother, informing her of my departure and urging her not to search for me. When I called her later to let her know I was fine, she was infuriated by my actions and dropped the phone. She uttered a single sentence, "You think you're a man now, huh? We'll see about that," and that was the last time we spoke for an entire semester.

THE sun shining woke up Hailey from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes, a clean white ceiling greeted her the moment her eyes are fully opened, they enlarged as she recalls what happened to her last night. She looked around the room and saw a long-haired man sitting at the side while sipping his morning bourbon while reading today's newspaper using a gun as his reading pointer. The moment Hailey saw the gun, she froze in the bed.