Hold The Book Novels & Stories

Before I could react, he hoisted me up onto his shoulder and said, “I’ll take you home right now. You won’t say where the baby is? Fine. As long as you’re with me, I know you won’t let him live without his mother.” I struggled and kicked wildly, but it was useless. His strength dwarfed mine. The commotion, however, drew the attention of the staff nearby. Their faces went pale as they froze in shock. It wasn’t until I called their names that they snapped out of it and rushed forward to stop Sean. “Hey! Put her down right now! Do you even know who you’re carrying? If you make her mad, you’re done for!” More people swarmed around, trying to block his way.

Before I can even take another step, I am spun around and Blake takes the other books from my hand and he says, “Did you really think I was going to let you carry the books back to our seats while I have perfectly working hands?” I look up at him and I say, “I kind of hoped that was what would happen,” he leans down and says to me, “Never, as long as I am here, you will not carry anything unless I am somehow indisposed, which will not happen. Now we can go.” He takes my hand balances the four books on his other hand.

Ava raised her gaze and saw him holding the book in his hands. She hurriedly leaned toward him to grab the book. But he held his hand up out of her grasp before she could grab it. "Ian, give it to me." With his hand still in the air, he leaned his back against the bookshelf and composed his bewildered face. "What's so special about it?" he asked. She tiptoed to take the book from his grasp. "Stop playing and give it to me." "Why don't you reply to me first? Then I will consider whether I should give it to you or not."

Daniel said standing up, heading to the hotel room door. "Do we really have to burn the book. I just got use to being alive or should I say living. At least, don't we get to enjoy this." Vivian said stopping Daniel in his tracks. "We have to put an end to whoever holds the pen now, and the only way is destroying the book. We don't know what this person is capable of, after all... the old woman did say.. he who holds the pen is evil."

' I say and approach to open the cover page but a sudden idea flashes through my head. 'Give me your right hand' I command 'Why?' she questions raising her eyebrow. In a split second I grab her right palm, supporting her body with my left hand and preventing her from escaping, I approach the book. 'No no. Please Laura' she moves back but hits me and pauses. 'Its just a book' I say still holding her in my arms. 'Who knows what's in there. I'm out' she utters and instantly I push open the book with her hand and mine.

“Were you looking for me?” “Yeah. For like six hours.” Cass looked concerned and got closer to me. “Are you sure you’re okay? And why are you holding a stone?” “What?” I looked down at the book in my hands and back to Cass, who was also looking at the book in my hand. “This?” I waved it around, and she nodded. “Yes…the black stone in your hand.” Cass pointed at the book and, even though I was confused, I stammered out an answer.

There was an undeniable silence that came after – our footsteps were the only thing that could be heard. We stopped a short step towards the podium. An old huge book sat atop, dust filled the cover, and a tiny padlock lay rusted on the side. It was such a huge book but a small lock held it safe. There must be magic imbued to it for it to hold the huge book. I wouldn’t be surprised. I stared at it for a moment before realizing the small key that was around my neck. I let go of Lyv gently, passing her to Leah who took Lyv’s arm to support her. The blue-haired girl smiled sheepishly at her as Leah rolled her eyes.

Josephine shook her head. His eyes darkened, and he extended his slender fingers to her face. "Hand it over." Her palms were sweaty from nervousness as she gripped the book tightly. There were things she had written that should never be read by others, especially him. However, before she could think of a good excuse, Lewis leaned down, held her shoulder with one hand, and snatched the book from behind her with his other hand. Her expression immediately turned frantic, and she stood up to grab it back. However, the difference in their height was too great as he was able to block her with one hand and use the other to flip open the notebook.

Seriously? "Hang on," I murmured. I was about to carry her in a bridal style when I noticed the small red book in her hand. She was clutching the book so tight that I feared it would crumple up. Even in her unconscious state, she was still holding the book like it was her life. "Silly," I muttered grabbing the book from her iron grip forcefully. Once I had taken it, I slid it into my trousers and turned to Carter who was also drenched.

I would not allow that to happen. “Erm, what can you say about that book you’re holding upside down? How about your reading? Do you understand? Oh my gosh, Brother Harris. Don’t pretend in front of me. I know you. Don’t use any alibis either. You can talk to me instead, you know that. I am willing to listen, just to remind you. Just like when we were in your mansion. That time then I listen to your stories, right. ” I arranged the book properly that I am holding upside down. I immediately felt embarrassed of my actions. Why is it that I didn’t fix it before I opened it and read it. Gosh! I am really out of myself earlier. It is evident.