I Shall Not Be Moved Book Novels & Stories

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with 5 stars, share your voice in the comment section and share my book. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded'. Now dive in. Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** Everything around me was moving. I could feel it. Under my head, I could sense something, a little hard along with the softness. My body was although laying but I still felt uncomfortable and whatever was covering me at the top like a blanket was definitely not a blanket as it was too short, covering my arms only.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

*** *Trinity* The book. She wants me to hide it, but why would I do that when I went to so much trouble to make sure that she doesn’t have it with her? Poor, poor Isla. She really is so naïve, and that makes me sad for her. Really and truly. In her room, I open the book to the page I think is most pertinent, leave it on her bed, send a text, and then step out into the hallway to make another phone call.

It warmed. “You are not my followers,” she continued. “You are its stewards now. Protectors of memory, not enforcers of fear.” The book hovered from the altar, pages fluttering in the wind, and then descended into the center of the crowd. No one moved to touch it. Until the boy stepped forward again. He laid his hands on the cover, and it did not burn him. The Choir stirred again. Not in thunderous song, but a low hum that wrapped the Hollow in harmony.

“Oh, this, this is my realm, the highest plain of which I reside and only I can enter, not even the other gods have the power nor permission to come here. I was actually very surprised when you got inside, I didn’t consider the possibility that someone who isn’t even a god, a normal human was able to enter here. You were very lucky indeed to be the only person to ever get inside here and be able to have a conversation with me like this.” “Ow haha, I guess I am quite lucky indeed but how do I go back?” “I can just take you back whenever you want. Are you going to leave already?” “Yes haha, I still have to finish writing the chapter of my novel I left unfinished earlier; I want to improve the

“Alsh firmate alite.” The fire ball flew from my hands and exploded against the dry wood. It caught, and soon the fire was burning through the wood quickly. I fed more wood, bigger pieces into the fire, and waited for it to catch. I wanted to be sure that this was going to be burning for a while before I moved on to the next step. Once I was sure that the fire was good, I flipped back to the page I needed. I read the entire page twice before I put the book back on the ground. I pulled my mother’s necklace out of my pocket and my father’s skin. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I was right before I tossed both in.

I'm sharing with you the location of his grave, and I hope you'll be able to visit him if you can. [He was, and always will be, the man who is worth your love…] There were a lot more emails after that, but I could not be bothered to read it all and subsequently had them deleted. Jason might have had my best interests in mind, but that did not change the fact that he hurt me. He could not even claim to have a clear conscience when he bought the pink diamond ring and booked the hotel. I was much stronger than he was. I made sure to move on before starting a new life.

She read: “When all is ash, You are still altar. When the house falls, Your Spirit finds shelter. When they scatter us, You gather fire from the wind.” James exhaled. No applause. No spotlight. Just peace. The kind that doesn’t come from victory. The kind that only comes from surrender. End of Chapter 15🤭 •Chapter 16 – The Fire That Walks The Ember Ground had no walls, but it echoed like a temple. For seven days straight, they gathered the children of the slum, the weary souls, the angry, the hungry, the hopeless. They came not for spectacle, but because something burned here. Something not made by man.