I Parry Everything Novel Novels & Stories

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

*Pari Pov* The next day I woke up late because I don’t have to go to work today. After getting ready I went towards the kitchen and talked for some time with my mom. “So Pari, are you ready to meet him?” Mom asked. “No!” I immediately replied. “Don’t feel tense at all ok. If you don’t like him, then there are many out there.” She said misunderstanding the reason behind my answer. I don’t want anyone. I just want one person whom I left and come here to meet some stupid.

A soft smile danced on her lips as she recalled the heartfelt tale within its covers. “What a beautiful story about my parents,” she murmured, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. “But what went wrong?” The parrot perched above her blinked slowly, its gaze piercing. “From the next page,” it declared with a weighty gravity, “you’ll discover the truth. Everything began to unravel from there.” A thrill of both curiosity and dread raced through Seraphine's veins. Her heart raced as she hesitated for a moment, teetering on the brink of revelation.

Chapter 18 The city lay before them, infinite and unforgiving. Shadows stretched long under trembling streetlights, the air thick with the distant scent of rain and gasoline. Lena and Noah ran. Steps rang out behind them—closer than she would have liked. Damien wouldn't give up. He was a ghost from her past, resurrected just when she'd begun to believe she was finally free. She was breathing fast, her heart racing in her chest. "We need cover."

Sherry P.O.V: I am reading on my bed. I am into this historical romance book. I didn't hear a door shut outside my window. Hmm... I thought, who's here at this time of night? I closed my book and laid it on the bed. I got off and walked towards my window. I looked out, and I saw Derrick parked in my driveway. He was out of his truck. He leaned on the front of his truck with his arms crossed over his chest.

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

Kumba. The moment I read the message, something in me snapped, I didn’t even remember grabbing my keys. One second I was staring at my phone, the words “She signed herself out” burning into my skull, and the next I was already halfway out the door, jacket thrown over my shoulder, the faint burn of whiskey still lingering in my throat. A homeless nineteen year old pregnant girl with a broken leg all alone in the streets alone at night. I slammed the penthouse door behind me harder than necessary and strode toward the elevator, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

She simply just wanted to keep it safe, but when he lunged for it too, she realized this person was there for the diary. He swung at her. She did not see it, but she felt the wind rushing fast at her face and she ducked in time. She returned a punch and heard the man groan. She did not know where her punch had caught him, but from the sound of his groan she knew it hurt. She went for the diary again, but this time, the heavy blow that landed on her back just narrowly missed her spine, and she fell flat, temporarily paralyzed. As she lay there on the floor, all she could think about was Nova and how she had to keep her away from the Erringtons.

I grab my knife but he's quick. He grabs my arm. His grip is cold and slimy. I scream and slash at him. The knife cuts his shoulder. Black blood oozes out. It stinks like dead fish. He doesn't stop. He slams me against the wall. My head hits hard. Stars flash in my eyes. He rips my shirt open, and the buttons fly. My bra shows. He tears it off. My tits bounce free. Cold air hits my nipples. They harden from fear.