Ihnmaims Book Novels & Stories

Book one Volume one. Different Shades of Him Prologue. "Welcome back home, little bird,” he enunciated, staring down at us. At me. “To our cage.” It was the only thought that crossed my mind. “My impending doom.” Yet, from inside, I knew it could be a home for him. But for us? No. Never for us. For me! "It's not our home," I muttered without realising it. “It's more like a cage.”

She quickly dried her tears with tissue paper after arriving at their mansion. --- Eloisa POV "Follow her!", I quickly called Brian and his friends to do a task for me. I had a bad feeling about this woman Greta Stone. I know she's hiding a very great secret. " Find out where she came from? Everything about her, I need to know, understand!", I added before I turned off my phone.

***************************************** CHAPTER 1: Trying To Provoke Him MADISON POV The dark hallway screams of echoes. The sounds of my red shoes tap against the floor, I stop to listen beyond the clicking of my heels. There was cold tension. I pull a long black strand of hair behind my ear and place my hand on my back. I love to fuck with him! I know he can hear me and I know he feels me near. He sent for me hours ago but the bitch in me loves to make him wait. I smirk as I hear the door click.

I’ll have fucked my infatuation with Hana out of my system, and all will be right in the world. When we reached Well Thumbed, I couldn’t help but smile at Pam’s confused expressions, especially Hana’s. Though I’ll admit Hana’s expression was less confused and more cautious. She’s a smart girl. She knows better than most humans that appearances can and often are deceiving. I smiled and followed them into the quaint bookstore.

Although Hina was spoiled, she had a good and pure heart and had made quality friends that made up for the number of bullies she encountered. One day, when Hina was 16 years old, after she had entered high school, she came across an enchanting book in the rubbish. The bright red cover which had a symbol of a golden sun looked pristine new. The golden ribbon that bound the book seemed to shimmer under the sunlight. Why would anyone throw something this brand new out? Feeling drawn to it, Hina approached the book to retrieve it. As soon as she touched it, she froze as knowledge of an unseen world rushed into her.

As of today, Hana determined Claura approached her with no good intentions. Hana decides to wait for Henry for two days if, after two days, Henry does not return. She will proceed with the plan herself. Hana locked the door to the room and created a protective layer inside. Hana took the red book and placed it on the table from the day she got it. She hadn't had time to read yet. At the same time, Hana does not know who put the fake book back in the royal library and can get through Professor Norma's eyes.

she said, "But I'm scared he'll catch me and hurt me again." "That's not going to happen," I spit, bending down to cut her completely free from the restraints. "Now get up." She looked up at me, surprised, as if I'd grown a second head. When she didn't budge, I closed the gap between my face and hers with only an inch. "Listen to me, Harriet. If you don't help yourself, you're going to die here alone and cold. You're not going to see tomorrow. Fight off the pain, fight your fear because you are going to live. You feel the fucking pain until it doesn't hurt anymore. You are a goddamn De Marchi. You're trained for shit like this. So stand your ass up and walk."

[Maria] Auntie Imani’s house was just a tiny little home behind the bookstore, accessible only through an alleyway. At first glance from the outside, it even looked smaller than the bookstore itself. Auntie Imani opened the door and invited me inside. The moment I stepped in, I was immediately greeted by a familiar feeling. In that modestly sized room, I could almost hear the footsteps of little children running around, pressing their hands against walls where the paint had begun to peel away.

Lucky them. Grabbing a packet of chocolate and a tin of diet coke, I walked pass the group of dorks who were busy eating whilst talking about god knows what. Escaping my regular table, I sat in the far left corner, opposite to them. I placed a pair of earphones in my ears, the song---If only by Dove Cameron blasting through it. Suddenly my peace was interrupted by a manipulative bitch. Arching an eyebrow, I tried to read the words that sprouted out of her mouth.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.