Hold The Book Novels & Stories

In anger, I slumped to the floor, just very close to where the books were. " You're here again aren't you?" I swiped at one of the books angrily. I twirled the first one in between my fingers, its edges brushing against the skin on my palm. To be quite frank, holding the book up close made we want to open it. Find out whatever secrets it was hiding. Or more specifically, whatever secrets Noah's mother was hiding. If the initials had led me to this even after thrashing once associated with it, then maybe, just maybe it was actually relevant in all of this.

Should I cover myself or toss the book out the window? My body seems to have a mind of its own. My hands seize the book and clutch it to my breasts.

“There’s an entire book about the war? You dumbhead, Hailey. Why didn’t it occur to you?! I..Just shut up!” Finally, I make my way over to the library. It was pretty hard to find. But I reached it. I was looking through all the sections, trying to find out where I could find the old damn book, but I couldn’t figure out how these books were stored. I took a turn around a corner and saw a dark figure standing and holding a giant book. I could only see their back, but by the looks of it, they had the book I was trying to find. “Um, excuse me? Are you finished with this book?”

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

Poor one was sitting in peace under the warmth of the shelf. A guy beside keeps his gaze fixed on the shelf in front, yet his hands tremble to pull out any book. One or two times, his eyes fall on me and fear grasps them. He must be searching for a horror story. But I certainly don't look like a ghost! 'I highly doubt that–given the way you are holding your book.' Thud!

she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it. "It's stupid. Everyone has a different journey on this Earth so the advice that's listed it's useless," I found myself trying to put the book back on the shelf but I still couldn't reach. "Ren honey, put the book on there," there was this silver rectangular prism that stood right below my waist. I placed the book on its surface and it immediately vanished from the platform.

Red said. "Exactly!" ADAM_ "What's this... there's a lock on the book?," Though I'm not the strongest but at least I am stronger than a normal human. I clawed the lock and it fell. Parting the book open, I almost gasped when I saw a bottle in it.. The book doesn't even have pages! "Wow..."I quickly took the small bottle. I slid it in my back pocket. After I closed the book, I returned it back to its original position. As I made to leave, I heard someone speak.

I'm currently preparing other projects to get around that inspiration to complete this book, although I've thought of deleting the book, I couldn't, soon I hope to bounce back from this writer's block and complete this book. SO THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The book was clutched by his hands. •••

"Come here and hold this." Now, every single pair of eyes in the circle snapped to me, but Quinn didn't say a word to stop it. Dane handed me a thick book, forcing me to hold it open flat in my palms. He immediately pulled out a pen and started writing furiously across the parchment. I stood there, stunned at how I was being used as a human table, but I guessed it couldn't be helped. Dane only had one hand, after all. But did it really have to be me? I knew for a fact that Dane held some personal grievance against me.