Hold Still Book Novels & Stories

As it slowly came above the opening, the stand clicked into place and two wings opened up on each side before turning the entire stand to white marbled stone and with a flashing light, a thick gold book appeared . “No matter how many times I see that, it never fails to amaze me” Heather whispered reverently. Jon raised his head and walked to the dias, his steps quietly echoing. When he approaches the stand, the book opens itself and the pages start to flicker, opening to the page he needed. After reading the passage, he visabilly shakes, his throat working hard to swallow from the lump now growing. “What? What is it?” Heather whispered. She gasped when she saw Jon raise his head and look at

"Come with me." We followed her through the dimly lit building. It's lit like this to preserve the integrity of the documents that are stored here. We followed Heather to a room. Inside, there was a table with books sprawled on it. Some open. Some closed. One particular book stood out to me. I closed in on it immediately. It's an old book. Its cover leather, with vine like spiraling, to hold it together. The bordering of the book is encased in some type of material like metal. In the center, it read a name.

She continued casually like it was hers. My fingers tightened instantly, almost reflexively. “No.” Her smile didn’t change. “You don’t understand what you’re holding.” “Then explain it,” I said. “Because I’m tired of being the only one who doesn’t know anything.” “That’s why you need to hand it over first.” “You’re not great at negotiating.” “Give me the book,” she repeated, this time her voice dropped dangerously low I held it to my chest. “No.” Her expression shifted, then she stepped closer, her wrist flexing by her sides.

tinawag ulit ni Anna, pero wala pa din. ‘Hmm. Malaki na `yun. Alam naman siguro niya ang pauwi," bulong niya sa sarili. She then felt drained from all her adventures. She decided to lay down and sleep, if she could. "Nandito ka lang pala," she said as she saw Dianne sitting on the floor and holding something. Seeing her with the journal sent chills down her spine. "Anna," Dianne looked at her with teary eyes. "Anong ginagawa mo dito, Dianne? Bakit mo hawak yan?" she asked, pointing at her journal, which was meant to be secret.

Breath. Control. He struck the bag again—clean this time. Precise. Efficient. But even as he corrected himself, something lingered. A pause where there shouldn’t be one. A hesitation that didn’t belong to him. --- “Who is it?” his uncle asked. Nikolai stilled. The question landed too easily. “Excuse me?” “You don’t lose focus without reason.” “I’m not losing focus.” “You are.” A beat. “So I’ll ask again. Who is it?”

He crossed the street in four strides and had her in his arms before either of them decided that was allowed to happen, one hand curled against the back of her head, the other locked around her waist, holding on the way a man holds onto something he genuinely believed he might lose ten minutes ago. "I'm okay," she said, muffled against his shoulder, shaking despite the words. "I wasn't inside. I was still at the coffee shop when it started. I'm okay, Silas." "What happened." He pulled back only far enough to look at her, hands still braced on her arms like he needed the proof of her solid and real under his palms. "Tell me exactly what happened."

"Good weird. I keep waiting for you to remember the contract and jump to the other end of the couch." Dominic's hand found her ankle, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. "The contract's in pieces on the coffee table. And even if it wasn't, I'm done running from this." The microwave hummed to life, filling the apartment with the smell of butter and popcorn. Maxwell emerged a few minutes later with an overflowing bowl and dropped into the recliner with practised ease. "Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving."

Third-person POV Graham's grip on the bill tightened when he heard Leanna's words. He didn't say anything and just continued staring at her. Leanna was still grinning happily at him. She patted his arm and said, "Your sister's all grown-up now. She's going to elope with someone else. Aren't you going to say something?" He found himself responding with, "Yeah. That's good." His gaze slid past Leanne, landing on Gwyneth instead.

Her eyes were focused on Miss Flora. “The only person in this room that knows about the book and how much power it holds is standing right in front of us, what other evidence do you f*-king need?” “It turns out that you are more stupid than I thought” Flora glared. “But Winter, Flora has been with us all these while, how will she possibly take the book?” Jasper crosses his arms, our attention went back to Winter for her reply.

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.