Half Half Book Novels & Stories

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

I kept my guard up in case she tried anything funny because no one knew when her switch could just flip, "What did you want to talk to me about?" "A while back I found a book. It was two halves, Sylvain found the other half. The half he found was all about fae whereas the half I found was about your kind. I've been studying it ever since and going through the spells and facts listed inside. It's written in a very old language which I can read but I'm starting to realize the spells in there can be translated and used in multiple ways," she supplied, halting on the landing of the second floor.

"So, how are you going to teach me about managing my powers if you don't have one?" "We have books!" His mischievous look was back as he excitedly threw his hands into the air. "Our library doesn't have many books on fairies, but surprisingly, there are a lot on half-fairies. You are not the first half-fairy to grace our universe." He gestured at her to walk with him. She obliged.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

Again. “Why? Why is my mate half human?” I growled, dragging my hands through my hair. A half-human. I’m the future Alpha King, destined to rule the Midnight Howl Pack—the largest and oldest bloodline in the realm. I’ve trained for this since I was six years old. I’ve fought alphas twice my size. I’ve survived winters that would freeze a dragon’s fire. And they pair me with someone who’s half human. Half! That means diluted blood, fragile bones, a slower shift, weaker senses—everything my mate is supposed to not be.

It was Daniel's mother that she addressed with the query, "M -mommy, can you explain me why the pages of this book are torn? In part because the pagers are torn, I was unable to continue reading it. Because I was so captivated, I had intended to read it because of the title." When Asteria took up the book, Amira bit the inside of her lower lip in frustration. After touching the silver book, Asteria had imagined herself during her younger day, it appeared as though the past had come back to haunt her. The past that she wishes to forget. This book relates the narrative of half-blooded werewolves, who are half-human.

- Maria looked at her as if she was crazy. - Everything seems to fit perfectly. These gifts you have are rarely happening among ordinary people all at once. Of course, Angels can also heal, send sleep, manipulate emotions, of course in positive way, and so on. But as a half-Angel, you don't necessarily inherit all of your angel-father's gifts, because these are mental qualities. There is, however, a genetic trait that every half-Angel takes over, namely the wings.- Nadir explained more precisely, not at all affected by the look she sent her.

I asked, touching a particular thick book. “That one’s about bloodline history,” he said when I held it up. “It was written by a half-mad seer,” he added. His answers were brief, but still it felt like a conversation. I wanted to continue, so I grabbed a book tucked behind the others. The book was so old it looked like it had survived a fire. Its edges were burnt, and blackened. The title had long faded away, and the cover was cracked with age. “What about this one?” I asked, pointing to it without touching. “Why are you keeping it?”

For the first time in a long time, Elle felt like they might be okay not whole, not yet, but on their way, one step at a time. **********************

I beckon her over, "Sorry to interrupt, you know I love that you're so good at all this, but you should meet my new friend Mid. She's great." "Ah, Lion's daughter. I can't believe it," she mumbles, turning to Mid, who comes approaching us with unsure, slow steps. Gemma whispers, "Why does she smell human?" "She’s only half-wolf," I reply, and when Mid is close I pull away from Gemma to hug her once more because I can't stop. She's too adorable not to. I want to keep her by my side all the time like a stuffed animal, "Midnight, this is my good friend Gemma. She's my promoter’s daughter, my classmate in college and my lover from time to time."