Half Half Book Novels & Stories

Perhaps the words are readable only to me, unlike the other red book. This realization makes the whole thing even more ominous than before. "I guess it's only me who can read this one." "How convenient," she quips sarcastically again. I laugh at her joke and the eye roll she adds at the end, before looking down and feeling the pages. A rush of power pulses through my hands, and I take a deep breath. "I've realized the book is divided into two halves, in a way," I begin explaining to her. "The first part seems like a journal of some sort, and the second part holds things that look like incantations and rituals."

Or should I say, to be continued? Thanks so much for reading this far. I will be starting the second half of this book next month. I hope you enjoyed this part, and I look forward to seeing you in the next one.

Maryam, still on her school uniform, tugged on May's sweater as they passed a bookstore. "What is it now?" May asked. "Buy me that book." Maryam pointed at the yellow book sitting on the shelf just outside the bookstore. "Why?" May queried. "Isn't that Half of a Yellow Sun written by Chimamanda Adichie?" Iby asked. "I want it," Maryam whined. "Mtcheww. Leave me oh. I’m here to only buy oranges." May said, walking towards where the oranges were sold. Maryam began crying. Iby turned to her. "Are you seriously crying because you want your mom to buy you a book?"

At first she didn't quite comprehend with all the halves they were mentioning but then it occurred to her that twins were also called halves and couples were denoted as halves and that's the denomination her friends were making. "We're not going to rush you into making any decision." Lizzy said responsibly. It seemed strange hearing such a statement come from someone she's never known to be an adult but it sounded nice. "I want you to look at this." She said handing her what looked like a book. "And girls, I don't want any of you to trouble her with dirty thoughts. Keep them to yourself and let her think this through." She warned the girls, looking specifically at Jess. "It's your life and i

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

"But I cleaned the whole place. I swept every corner my eyes could see and my nose could smell. They have to visit you, Uncle Max. I can't believe I wasted half of my reading time doing nothing." "And the remaining half?" Uncle Max smiled and looked at me. "What other half?" "The other half you spent reading your books. Did you read anything new today?" "Yes I did! In fact, it was the most beautiful book I have ever read. I thought you would like it too." "What is the name of the book?" Uncle Max asked, sounding interested. "Shading Black," I said the title aloud as if I had spent all my life memorizing it. "Is it a great book?"

I smile to myself , happy that I will be able to look at this place whenever I want. I turn around swiftly , beginning the rest of my journey towards the stables. After a few miles , I see the stables coming in to my view. At first , the stables look small as small as a servants room however , as I step closer and closer towards it it seems to get larger and larger by size. I am a few feet away from it , and instead of entering it I just stare at it in awe. It is massive compared to the stables I had back at home – I take a deep breath and smell the fresh woody smell that radiates from the chocolate coloured wood. It feels comfortable and cozy here – I can tell that I will be spending most o

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.

Grabbing my towel, I hurried out of the room, my legs shaking. ******** By the time I got home, night had fallen. I placed the book on my desk, the same one I had found at the library, and opened it from the beginning. My eyes devoured every word, desperate to catch something I’d missed before. Prophecies, warnings, riddles. And through it all, the words from my dreams whispered in my head: Two halves make a whole. I closed the book, pressing my forehead against it, my hands trembling. Whatever this prophecy was, whatever truth I was chasing, it was closer than I had imagined. And it terrified me.

she said, and I waved at her in response. Alone in my room, my thoughts turned to my life as a half-rank wolf. With an alpha Dad and an omega mom, our existence was considered an abomination by our society, neither fully high-ranked nor fully low-ranked. The high wolves would despise us for having our blood mixed with the slaves, while the slaves would treat us the same for being above them despite having the same blood. It was like we had no place in this world.