I Shall Not Be Moved Book Novels & Stories

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

“I heard the library would be demolished by the government soon, and I didn't want such a special book to be destroyed, so I moved it to my apartment.” My heart skipped a beat, and I tightened my fingers. “Your apartment?” He nodded. I suddenly felt uncomfortable about going to his apartment, but I tried to stay calm, reminding myself that he was a good man. He hasn't given me a reason to doubt him so far. He's been nice to me, and even helped me to find my mom's murderer. He is a good person… but still, a part of me didn't feel right about this. Why didn't he tell me earlier that he'd moved the book from there?

Celia I whirled around and saw the shelves shifting or maybe I was going crazy. I looked to my left and right, wondering how the library had not fallen down yet. The pillars began to move and the shelves creaked while the bricks too seemed to dance as if wriggling like worms in a tight space to make way for something. Somehow, despite all this commotion, apart from the creak, no other sound reached my ears. It was as if the library wanted to show me something silently, without inviting anyone else.

I admitted, shaking where I stood as I prayed I would not be thrown back out to the wolves to die now after everything I had just survived. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and

Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened. Regardless, I knew things between us could never return to the way they were before. On that fateful night, when I left her room, the hallway lights felt cold and glaring. The door closed softly behind me, and I stood there for a moment before remembering that I should go back to my own room. When I swiped the card and stepped inside, Shanine was still sleeping soundly, not even having changed her position. It was as if, in her world, everything remained peaceful and unchanged.

I added furniture piece by piece. It was nothing extravagant, but everything had to suit my taste and feel comfortable. Moving day arrived with clear skies. When I carried the last box into my new home and closed that brand new security door that belonged to me alone, the entire world seemed to go quiet. There were no prying eyes, no passive-aggressive arguments, and no suffocating schemes. Just a room filled with sunlight, complete silence, and my own steady breathing. I poured myself a glass of water and settled into the sun-drenched couch, looking around. There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family.

The same shoulders I had watched on a porch for eleven days and had not seen, except at long distance through a café window, in two months. She was holding the book. I had known she would be holding the book. The book was the book I had moved from the floor to the arm of her chair on a Wednesday morning at four-eighteen AM in early November. The book was the one detail of her interior life I had handled directly. I had not, then, known what the gesture meant. I had simply moved the book because the book had been on the floor, and a book on the floor of a woman’s living room was a thing I was not going to leave for her to find on her way out.

“Keep it focused—don’t let it touch you.” Evelynn’s chest heaved. She focused on the fire, shaping it into a whip of light that lashed at the shadow-creature. It screeched and twisted, trying to evade her, but every strike she made burned, forcing it back. Each movement was precise, each pulse of fire controlled, as if the ruins themselves guided her hand.

"That is not the way to do it. Everything around us witches is complicated. Watch and learn." I moved back to give Lylah some space as she held her arms forward like she is fighting against some force, whispering a spell. The book seems to be disavowing the spell and refusing to abandon its place. Nelly moved in to help Lylah, positioning herself steadily as she chanted. The book was moving slowly out of its shelf. "Melody," Lylah screamed in between her chant. I ran forward and reached out for the book. It took all my strength to finally manage to push it out, as my body bounced against the shelves behind me, falling hard on the solid tiles.