I Parry Everything Novel Novels & Stories

Her head was down low scared of the answer. "Have no idea. Never had this happen like this before. Usually lots of lighting and blood doors opening up. I fight against some things and tear through to the next Realm. Or die.. then come back and try again. Then the one time I broke into particles of snow. Took forever to fuse back togethor. Never doing that again. Stupid.." "Is nothing serious for you?"

“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?”

At last, my fingers flew across the screen, sending a message into the night. Staring at the white walls above me, a sudden flash of clarity swept through my mind. It was as if a weight had lifted. Born into a family like mine, with a father like him, I had always tried to save as many people as I could. What more could I expect in return? Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers.

“What do you want, Parisa?” “Isn’t it obvious?” She tilts her head, her sharp canines flashing in a wicked smile. “I’ve been trying to find a way to break your pack’s defenses for an entire month, but here you are, camping in the forest without your pack. It’s as if you’re asking to die.” “Over our dead bodies,” I spit out, defiance coursing through me despite the fear that grips my heart. I won’t go down that easily. Hell no. But Parisa doesn’t look one bit afraid of my tone. “Over your dead bodies, huh? Oh, I do like the sound of that,” she purrs before raising her hand and snapping her fingers. “Destroy them.”

Her eyes were going through the lines of the book she was reading but every now and then she has to focus on words to grasp the meaning. Continuously, her mind was being shifted to somewhere else instead of thr story which those lines entailed. The book, titled, 'Zaryaab' was about an underworld mafia guy who was not just a businessman but also a prominent politician of the country. A dark and quiet aura had succumbed him always on the streets he walk and within his heart, he carried a deep and intense fire that had been burning him for years.

"I couldn't possibly sell it again since your name's engraved on the cover." Selene's eyes widened in shock. "Engraved??? Who would dare do that to such a good book?" she exclaimed, horrified at the thought of someone defacing her precious read. Before Clara could respond, a group of high school students walked toward the cashier, animatedly discussing something that made Selene's heart skip a beat. "Yes! I did finish reading it last night. Boy, was I crying my eyes out!" one girl laughed, her voice carrying through the bookstore. "Yeah, I just finished 'The Tyrant's Child' earlier this morning. I didn't even sleep, and the audacity of the author to kill my beloved Rosalind??" the other girl

When Harriet flipped through the medical book and was about to close it, the medical book suddenly ignited itself. Even the letter Miriam wrote to her burned to ashes. It was as if Miriam didn't want anyone else to know her secrets. Harriet sighed, knowing what she had to do next. Just as she stood up, the iron door behind her suddenly opened. Before she could react, a figure rushed in. It was Delbert, but his state was abnormal. The previous tenderness in his eyes was gone, replaced by fierceness. At that point, Delbert could no longer suppress his paranoia and irritability.

All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched. Zack no longer could contain his fury and hatred upon hearing that. He rushed toward the man. However, he was no match for a drug dealer who had lived through hell and back. The man sent Zack flying with just a kick. Blood trickled down the corner of Zack's mouth as he collapsed hard onto the ground. My heart ached. I rushed over to stand in front of Zack, wanting to stop the man. Yet, his fist went straight through my body. Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

Crap I cannot move anywhere else, my parents bought me this duplex for my graduation present and they would be heartbroken if I told them I wanted to move. Rushing through the door of my duplex the warm tears I had been holding back begin overflowing down my cheeks. I couldn't let him see how much pain he was able to cause me. I couldn't help but ask myself Why am I so dumb? I was not expecting him until tomorrow and my parents acted as if he knew I was moving here too. How could I be so naive and think things would be any different her? I just stood there showing everything I have to him. Embarrassment that I thought I was moving on from returns as realization that my tyrant for most of my