Hush Hush Book Novels & Stories

she tell me giving me a hug and pulling me into her lap. "Nu sweep" I say yawning, she nodded her head and pulled me closer to her chest, I placed my head on her chest and closed my eyes for one second while waiting for daddy. My eyes fell close one time, but I opened them up right away again, not wanting to sleep, mama got some music on her phone and let it play in the background.

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

I inspected the grounds. I plunged towards the thick snow and buttoned my coat, slowly pacing towards the abandoned tent. I see no sign of human life but a newly built campfire, just as I thought. I looked around. "They must have stayed here." The tent was shredded, some of its cloth grazed on the ground. I saw pots, utensils and a few books. I grab the books and skimmed through the pages. There were pictures of weird-looking plants and some alphabets I couldn't understand. Was this the herbalist's textbook?

Bye-bye till Book 2 drops! Howling love, Mary 🐺✨

Stuffed animals lined the shelves, their button eyes twinkling mischievously. Theo's small hands eagerly reached for a stack of picture books, their pages adorned with whimsical illustrations. Hazel's voice carried a melody of excitement and anticipation as she read aloud, bringing the characters to life. Theo's eyes widened with each turn of the page, his imagination taking flight. As the story unfolded, Hazel's voice rose and fell, painting vivid pictures in their minds. They journeyed through enchanted forests, where talking animals whispered secrets and magical beings danced in moonlit clearings. Hazel's voice was a gentle breeze, carrying them away to far-off lands filled with endless p

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

It was so peaceful out there with the moon shining back at me from the lake. My parents had always been so careful not to allow me out after dark, but it made no sense to me. It always seemed like the safest time for someone like me to be roaming the world. I turned my head behind me as I heard another noise. One that sounded distinctly not like the wind. I came face to face with it. I gripped my books more tightly to my chest and started to step backwards, to try to give myself some room.

Her fingers wrap comfortably around mine as I open the book. “The Little Fox and the Hidden Valley,” I read from the first page. Iris settled deeper into her pillows. Her breathing slowly becomes calmer as the story unfolds. Outside the window, the afternoon sunlight softens into warm gold. And for the first time in days, everything felt peaceful.