Hold Still Book Novels & Stories

Hey, this book has been on hold for a while. I hate that I kept the story away from my readers. As much as I'm excited to let the world see this book, it became depressing for me that the reads and votes for this book never moved forward, even when my editor claimed to have promoted it—which I highly doubt. As a result of this, I'm unsure whether I'll continue this book on here or any other book at all. I'll let y'all know. Xxxx xxxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx

There was a loud chuckle from Chloe as she realized that it was difficult for Kai to revive the wand. "Now hand the book and the wand over!" She commanded. We were now between the old lady who was standing behind us and Chloe who was by the door. "We are never handing them over. Quit trying to make us do!" I shouted at her. With one hand, I was holding the book , clutching it tightly to me while with another hand, I had drawn my sword… Kai had also drawn his sword the moment he let go of my hands. The wand had still not responded and my mind was set on the book which I now held. I was going to hold back their magic for as long as I could with the book and then Kai night be able to get the wa

Seren did not move on. "The Hollow returned them without resistance," she said. She had her expanded notebook open to the most recent set of diagrams, which had grown increasingly complex over the past week. They were in the library, in what had become their unofficial study space. "No defensive response, no escalation, no indication that the loss of the holds was anything other than scheduled." "The Hollow doesn't schedule releases," Clara said.

The air in the chamber remained thick with tension even after the last of the shadowy figures had dissolved. Rael’s fingers clenched around the hilt of his sword, his heart still pounding from the words that echoed in his mind. You wield what should not be wielded. The weight of the statement pressed on him, but he pushed it aside. Now wasn’t the time for doubts. Elior exhaled, stepping toward the now unsealed pedestal. The violet cloth that wrapped the book remained undisturbed, but the golden clasp flickered slightly, as if sensing their presence. The group gathered around it, wary but undeniably drawn to what lay before them.

He didn't let go of my hand. Not when I shifted. Not when I adjusted the soup bowl. Not when the silence between us stretched long enough to feel permanent. Victor just held on like he was afraid I'd disappear if he blinked. His thumb started brushing over mine in slow, unconscious circles. Most people's minds get quieter when they're sick or vulnerable. Victor's only got louder. 'She's still here. After everything I told her. She saw it. She saw my pushing my dad. And she stayed. She's not like the rest of them. She's not like them at all.'

Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, and dark red marks covered the soft skin above her chest. Even the black lace dress I had bought for our anniversary had been stained with a few suggestive spots of blood. The room was filled with loud, crude men. Whistles and teasing laughter echoed through the air. “Ms. Jones finally ended her single life tonight.” “So? Was Eric good enough to make your legs give out?” Their eyes shifted toward me, followed by another round of whispers. “Shane is pathetic. He spent years acting like a loyal dog around her, and he still did not get her first time.”

Professor Hawthorne stood at the front, holding a black digital clipboard, his sharp amber eyes scanning our faces like a hawk looking for weak prey to tear apart. I immediately tried to blend into the absolute back of the crowd. Staying invisible was my only real survival strategy today. If I could just hide behind some of the larger, broad-shouldered Alphas, maybe I could coast through the morning without getting my head kicked in. But the universe apparently hated my survival strategy.

Ayaw nitong pinapaghintay dahil hindi ito pumapalya sa ora sna ibiniga niya. "okay, i'll end this call and wait for my call." his Atty. Chuckled. Hindi na siya nag-abala pang bumalik sa loob. Hinintay na lamang niya si Yesha sa labas dahil hindi makampanti ang isipan niya sa kakaisip kung ano na naman ang problema kaso.

“Keep the change. I’ll meet you outside once your shift is over.” His eyes once again flash gold, and I know in my heart that I will be meeting him once I finish

She followed Willow around the corner and into an aisle labeled Biographical Histories. Willow stopped in front of the third shelf and ran her puffy hands along the spines, finally pulling out a book and handing it to Clara: Historic Crimes in Hiestora. When Clara pried it open, the book issued a hissing sound and she noticed it suddenly felt lighter in her hands. Cracking open the dusty tome, Clara noticed pictures that were moving as if the history was playing out once again inside these pages. Below the pictures were written texts of the events.