I Shall Not Be Moved Book の小説・ストーリー

Charles became Vice President of the company after Garrett's disappearance, and I do not regret the decision, he has done an amazing job. As president, CEO and owner, I am enjoying how much "Eldridge Books" is flourishing, not only in America but, also in England. I need to make these trips every so often, and it is good to return to the old country for myself, to refresh. I have moved my main store from London to Liverpool. I tried returning to London, but the memories of our life were too real, and everything kept hitting me like a truck, bringing me back to that horrendous night. I have found Liverpool more to my liking and regret never having visited before. I did not think it would happ

I hadn’t contacted any one from home since and although it was barely twelve hours since I left, I could not help thinking of them. The image in front of me moved, I wiped my tears that was about to drop and everything looked the same so I just thought it was due to my teary eyes that the bookshelf looked like it moved. Then it happened again, someone was behind one of the shelf. I quickly redrew my eyes from that particular shelf, this was an alpha’s private study, whoever was here without permission will definitely be severely punished.

she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it. "It's stupid. Everyone has a different journey on this Earth so the advice that's listed it's useless," I found myself trying to put the book back on the shelf but I still couldn't reach. "Ren honey, put the book on there," there was this silver rectangular prism that stood right below my waist. I placed the book on its surface and it immediately vanished from the platform.

I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed the leather cover. The scent of wildflowers and ozone was so strong it made my head spin. Unlike the other floating books, this one sat heavy and grounded on the pedestal, as if it were the anchor for the entire room. The title was embossed in a regal, ancient script: "How to Mute Your Change's Resonance and How to Detect Another Change." "It’s exactly what the Queens said we needed," Sol whispered, leaning over my shoulder. "A way to move without alerting the Eclipse."

The argument holds without it. When she sends it to Cristina in March, Cristina calls in the afternoon. "The third example," Cristina says. "Yes," Valentina says. "You are writing about yourself more directly than you have before." "The second book requires it," Valentina says. "The first book was about the practice. The second book is about the practice in motion. Motion requires a mover." "You are the mover," Cristina says. "One of them," Valentina says. "You are also the mover. Beatriz. Clara. Every person who was in proximity long enough to catch it."

If tears were the price of divinity, then let the night remember mine. END OF BOOK 1💜

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CHAPTER 115 JULIA When we finally move, we do not collide out of hunger. Instead, there’s a certain softness in the air, a tenderness like no other, as if they are being cautious, not because they are trying to treat me like a porcelain plate, but because this changes everything.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

Even if no one is here aware of our entrance, they shall soon be made aware of the minute they are phoned by the security company. We quickly step outside and make our way back the way that we came. Satisfied that we have not been seen, we regroup. There are two things that are very clear, the Book has been moved, and the holder now knows that we are searching for it. This does mean only one thing; we shall have to get Elloise to help us track the Book, for I fear it shall be moved again. So with much disappointment, we turn down the road to walk back to the car; I still cannot understand how this road can be so awfully dead this time of night. And if the silence is not enough, the skies are