Heavy The Book Novels & Stories

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

The cover wasn't a normal paperback but it was something I couldn't understand what it was. I held the big book that was very heavy and lifted it to look at the cover well with my eyes squinted. “That's human skin," Heremuah said and I jumped because I didn't think that someone was there with me and I didn't hear him come in. “Heremuah? Oh, you scared me. I didn't see you come in. Did those two get home alright?" I asked as I held my chest with one hand the Grimoire on the other hand and it almost fell.

I had changed this place, and this place had changed the destinies of countless people. I was happy, and more than that, I felt deeply fulfilled. "Mr. Porter is here! Mr. Porter is here!" Familiar cheers rose from every direction. Colorful streamers shot into the sky and drifted down through the thunderous applause and celebration. "Mr. Porter, thank you. "Mr. Porter, you're the most important friend we've ever had." I heard people crying tears of joy, and I heard gratitude in every voice around me. However, I no longer had the strength to respond. The pain was overwhelming…. So overwhelming that darkness eventually swallowed me whole.

It was late August, the light turning golden and emphatic. Does what bother me? The — disparity. The obvious disparity. You mean that you’re rich and I’m not. I mean that your entire workshop probably costs less than my car. Your car gets thirty-one miles to the gallon, he said. Mine gets nineteen. So in some metrics, you’re ahead. Daniel.

“A copy will be made for the pack records. But the original should be with you.” I look at the book. Old and worn and real. I pick it up. It is heavier than it looks. Things that have been carrying history for a long time always are.

For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. I think it's gentlemanly—and appropriate for me to WARN you all, too, that this book contains strong words, and gory contents, which like every other part of this book, will be written in a detailed form. Hence, this book will be inappropriate for children, and tweens, and juvenile teens. I wish you a great reading experience as you dive with me into this book! 😃 Enjoy...

The room is gravely quiet and the only sound that could be heard was our breathing and steps. He stopped in front of a shelf and retrieved an old black hardcover big volume book. He throws it on the table causing dusk to fly off making me cough. "Sit," he orders. I raise my brow at him challenging. He looks more hot when being bossy. Stop thinking about him that way. "I have no time for your little tantrums Lyka, sit down now." he orders seriously and I oblige. The last time I was hot headed, I ended up being chocked and I wouldn't want a replay, now would I?

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

“Ah wait, before I answer that, can you pass me that little blue stone in your foot right there.” “So, regarding your question, I am god-god, the real and one and only-” Wait I haven’t asked you my question yet. Did you just read my mind?!” Um, I guess so. To make everything easier and faster, I’ll just put the answers for your questions directly into your mind.” *Ding The sound of the information flowing into his mind just went in in a mere moment. All of his questions have been answered. “Ahck, what is all this? What? Ugh, my head feels heavy.”