Novel & Cerita Inside Her Book

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

She opened it, and a book was inside — blinking at us. Who could have brought a book? We have a mini library in this pack to educate upcoming young ones, or maybe this was one of those books. But the moment she opened it — Shadow, I’m going to kill him. And that’s why this kind of book cannot be found in the library. How can he buy a book about sex positions? Anyway, the moment I leave here, I’m going to shove this book right down his throat. I snatched the book from her and kept it behind me.

"This is her book?" He nodded. "I didn't know why it was here in the library. She carried it with her wherever she went. It was her grandmother's book. She gave it to Izza," Blaine said as I sat down next to him, and put a hand on his hand. He looked at me and gave me a small smile that didn't reach his eyes, and I felt my heart breaking for him. He always looked happy, but now there was nothing happy about his look. I opened the book, and Izza's name was written in a beautiful calligraphy in the front of the book. It is a story about a little girl who could control fire magic.

Vincent I stride inside the house and let out a sigh of relief. I am finally home after a long day of work. Now I will have to get ready for the stupid conference tomorrow. But when I go inside the bedroom, I see her. Sarah. She is sprawled across the bed like she owns the damn place, her long legs a careless tangle among the sheets. She's lost in another world between those pages, fully focused on her book. It's probably one of those trashy romance books she loves to read so damn much.

Grinning, she stepped over the threshold into her personal nirvana. Books. They were everywhere, as far as she could see, and she barely resisted the impulse to clap her hands together and giggle like a little girl. I could stay in here forever, Faith thought with contentment, walking up to the nearest rack of books and inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes. I just got here, and I already love everything about this place. She was so absorbed in relishing her environment that she almost jumped out of her skin when someone gently cleared his throat and in a rich baritone said, “Welcome to Book Keepers. May I help you find something special?”

I don't know how long it had passed when someone removed the book from her cheek. She opened her sleepy eyes and as soon as she looked up, she saw Hunter, which startled her and made her shiver. Hunter took a glance at the cover of the book and read aloud with a magnetic voice, "Living with a Male Boss?" Damn it! How could this thing appear in the archive room! She was just trying to find a book to block the light, and didn't look at the name at all! It is estimated that it was left behind by the person responsible for cleaning here.

I looked down. Then I saw it. Her door was open just a crack. Inside, under her bed—barely visible—a thick old book. Red cover. Frayed edges. It glowed for a second. Faint but real. I stood. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "What’s that?" She froze. "What’s what?" "Under your bed. That book." Her head tilted, eyes sharp. Not like before. Not worried. Watching. "Don’t go through my stuff, Selena."

"Got the reality check, Elle?" She sighed as she looked at the flat upstairs. She then made her way down the road carrying her heels in her hands, she walked barefoot, "Do I have to sleep on the streets now?" She sighed as she hung her head. After a few minutes of self discussion, she made her mind and then walked to the bookstore, "Who cares if he'd get angry? Who cares? this is the world I created, me Arielle, the damn author, everything in this world is basically mine, so is his bookstore." She nodded. "As long as I don't have to sleep on the streets, I don't mind being shameless." She stopped in front of the door and squinting her eyes tried to look inside through the door, it was dark,

She walked to her closet and get the book under her clothes. "Here it is," she said as she extended her hand to give me the book. I opened it and flipped the pages and to my surprise, all of it has its own content but I just acted normal like I haven't read nor seen something. I don't want her to know what I really am, I don't want anyone to know it. "What have you found?" She asked with a low voice but with a trace of curiosity in it, I think she also wants to read this but this is not for her, she can't read even though she wants to.

It's already late but my eyes still open. There were many things happened to me in just one day. My mind was in a moment that I want to run and get out in this room but the thought that he was guarding outside of this room made me just sit at my bed. The room has dusty table and floor. Tattered curtain and broken windows. The cold wind entered in the room causing me to shiver. I'm still wearing his jacket but it's not enough to make me feel warm since the windows were broken. The door suddenly opened , I saw him entering with clothes in his hand.