I Shall Not Be Moved Book Novels & Stories

VALE :: COMMENT: MOVEMENT IS NOT REQUEST-BASED. IT IS BASED ON ATMOSPHERIC TRUST. Eden didn’t move. She didn’t open her arms. Didn’t offer a smile. Didn’t become warm just because children drifted closer. Because what they needed wasn’t affection. It was a place to exist without being adjusted. A boy no older than eight sat two spaces to her left. He didn’t speak. Didn’t fidget. Just breathed. Once. Twice.

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

I have planned on moving these chapters to Book 2 of the Awakening drama :) So sorry for the inconvenience, but I had a dream bigger than what I wrote here.

The second his fingers grazed the cover, the room shuddered. The walls groaned. The lightbulb overhead flickered wildly and burst, raining glass like frozen stars. A howling wind whipped through the room though no windows were open. The floor beneath them trembled, and a low, guttural voice emerged from the very shadows. “You misunderstand… little sinners.” Zephyr screamed and scrambled back. Alexa stiffened. “It was never the book’s will. It is merely a gate. The fault lies not with the book, but with the heart that bore the desire.”

"You are the 'Rot' in the library. You must be 'Excised' so that the Great Record can remain pure." Audrey stood on the bridge of her half-faded ship, her eyes burning with a silver-and-gold fire. "The library is 'Dead', Librarian. A book that is never read is just a stack of paper. A world that never changes is just a tomb. We didn't come to excise you. We came to 'Open-the-Windows'."

For sure she will feel cheated on and I will soon be living in rugs and brushing toilets for eternity—if I can't escape soon. I heard the cold breeze whoosh the branches and I still shiver from my thick, white coat. Onlookers might think I am not in the right mind for reading outside when it's still winter, but I prefer it here rather than being cooped up in that dark castle. Plus, it's full of warriors' testosterone in there. It will suffocate me. After sighing again, the book that covered my face was lifted and then he was already looming over me. "Yes?" I squinted my eyes from the bright light.

Zamiel was taken earlier from our home by me. I delivered him home. I'm currently in the library. The library room is where I want to read. I then got up and headed to the library room. In case I'm unable to open this second chamber, I'd like to try again. I'm not sure what's within. I was pondering the contents of the second door far too much. But once more, I ignored it and carried on looking for a book to read. After looking for a book for a short while, I choose to read A Noble Selfless Girl.

I pointed at them. “Yeah, I do. They've always been visible.” He responded nonchalantly. I shook my head and said, “No, this is different, they're moving.” Curious, he leaned forward, peering into the book attentively. Then he looked at me for a while and said, “Nah, I don't see it.” “You don't?” I asked, surprised. Because they're still moving. He shrugged and picked his phone back up. I flipped to another page that had a picture, and this time, the pictures were no longer still; they were moving in action, demonstrating the manipulation of the elements.

He said with a dreamy smile flashing as he said home. Earlier in the office, Elise called Jace and ask him about what Jace told his dad. She felt really bad to what happen to Arianne. And Elise when found out that he's moving his family in his place, she suggested that they'll do it today cause it's a friday. Arianne can't believe that Elise is a superstitious believer. Though they both decided to complied to her advise and decided to moved out today knowing that Jace' place is all ready for them.

SELENA Learn from me. Or destroy everything. I clutched the old book to my chest like it was the last lifeline left in a crumbling world. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the edges stained with the dust of forgotten truths. My fingers trembled around it, but I couldn’t let go not when everything I’d believed in had just shattered before my eyes. The silence in the library was no longer comforting. It thickened around me like fog, heavy with unseen eyes. Watching. Waiting.