Romans & histoires I Am What I Am Book

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

and she sends a second one at me. When I open my eyes, I am no longer in Kiwi’s lavish office, instead I am in a tiny room barely big enough for the bed I am laid on. There is no window and only a door, when I try the handle its locked which I am almost grateful for, my stomach and head hurts and when I look at my stomach it is covered in burns. She had purposely hurt me! I close my eyes “Max, Max, Max can you hear me?” I feel his calm immediately

We all sat mulling over the books for a good 45 minutes when Finn asked to be excused bored out of his teenage mind, and dad kept looking at his watch which didn’t go unnoticed. The book I was looking through was the original one I had seen the amulet in, something about this book keeps drawing me in. I planned to closely look at each poem then the picture. Not knowing where to start I closed my eyes flicked through and let it fall open to whatever page it decided to open on. When I opened my eyes to look at the page it seemed to show a kind of glamorous opulent room full of people partying and laughing. I read the poem and looked over the picture again taking in the room itself. I didn’t q

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

The front has the words ‘Vivlío tis Eleftherías’ [Book of Freedom] embossed hastily from a hot branding iron. To Bronx and Pan it probably just looks like an ancient book sitting on the crystal stand, but to me, it’s alive and thriving. It’s calling to me, screaming and writhing, reaching toward me and begging for my touch so its power can be released. I lean forward and whisper to the cover. “I’m the master. You don’t get to tell me what to do, so shut up right now or I’ll burn you to a fucking crisp.” I’m surprised at how angry my words sound and that I cursed at the book, but it worked. The book immediately settles and pulls its energy back in, but still seems ready to burst knowing I’m s

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

“Care to do some explanations? I said leaning back. “Uhmm…ma’am..how?. Mr Tommaso stuttered. “Why is there a mistake in that book? I asked “Mistake? What sort of mistake ma’am” “How much have you stolen from this company? Be honest cause my gun isn’t far from me” “Steal? Never. I can’t do such. I know the kind of person you are and I dare not mess with you. I didn’t steal from this company. I swear ma’am”

I informed her of my own course and I told her I wanted to become an author and I laughed when she teased me about becoming the next Nicole Snow or Anna Todd. "I don't think I can ever come close to being them" I shook my head at her with a small smile. Carlacia scoffed at that, "Well you are not the one who's going to be the judge of that." I smiled at her and continued folding her clothes, putting them inside her wardrobe. "So uh?" Carlacia started and I looked up at her, "You written any book yet?" I shook my head at her. "No, I haven't" I told her, "Though I'm about to start working on one."

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