Inevitable Book Novels & Stories

Before my humiliation could deepen, my hand wrapped around the handle of my book bag, snatching it up before lunging out of the cafeteria. Each step added to the overbearing sensation, but North's command sat at the back of my mind. 'Run.' So I did. My legs shook from the pace and anticipation of what it was he might've had planned for me. Each step closer heightened my determination, though. Whatever it was he wanted, he could have, as long as he was ready to fuck me raw in return.

I asked reaching for my desk on which were my books with the intention of fetching the one she was after. "The Six Wives of Henry VIII; by Alison Weir" She said excitedly smiling at me. I nodded; it took me a couple of seconds to grab it I gave her the book and she thanked me before turning on her heels. I don't know what was it about her, but I didn't like her guts for some reason. I guess it was because she said being new and already befriended Lizzie By the time she was gone, I hurried to hide my piece of work, for I had finished the portrait earlier and put the last touches. I covered it with a cloth and It was ready to be submitted tomorrow.

“Okay. There’s just one other thing. I don’t want Merryfield to know this is coming out. I want it to be a surprise. So if you talk to him, don’t let him know what you’re up to.” ooOoo At the newsagent’s shop across the road from her mother’s house, Evi bought a school exercise book. She chose one that fitted comfortably inside the brown envelope. On its cover she wrote the words: “Dr. Liam Merryfield” and underneath, on impulse “Services to the Community”. That would keep her mind on the theme she wanted for her article. She drove her ageing blue Fiesta the few hundred yards that she would normally have walked to the other side of the town square and parked across the road from the front en

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips. "Let’s save the answer for another night," he whispered. "Let time reveal what is inevitable." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then turned and stroded back into the light, leaving her shivering in his jacket, cold and utterly confused. What did he mean by inevitable?

The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether. They say that if you want something to materialize, keep on mentioning, thinking, and writing them down. Despite everything, there's still not a single update about him except for a very few old information that she received from people who had contact with him way back. Hyun made an accurate observation. She could've written a love story with a happy ending – the one that sells to many but chose not to. Sad ending in a story is not new but she has many reasons for using it. Readers and viewers must be reminded that

Isha always tried as much as she could to shut her third eye whenever Bhavini came around or when she heard her voice, but she always felt something disturbing. Glancing at the clock, Isha knew that if she kept being distracted, she would not meet her target, and how bad that would be, so she cleared her mind of every unwanted thought and set to work. She mixed drinks and arranged the barstools. The red carpet would begin in two hours; it was enough time to get everything in place for the grand occasion.

I closed the door behind me, noticing how Evie gleefully gasped, striding over to the full bookcase where she found the book, "The Art of Profanity." "You remembered," she stated, pulling the crude book from the bookshelf, noticing it had been bookmarked in the middle. "And you've been reading it?" I chuckled. "Yes. Explains a lot about you. I also have another wardrobe with the clothes you picked from Elijah's shop." She put the book down, beaming as she stepped to the second wardrobe, taking in her taste in clothing. Evelyn turned, her wide skirt billowing around her. "I missed you."

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

�𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 �

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.