Novel & Cerita Inside Her Book

Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.

She sits down, curling her legs slightly beneath her, and flips open the book, immediately engrossed in its contents. I watch her for a while longer. There’s a certain stillness to her now, a contrast to the guarded, uncertain energy she carried earlier. It’s strange seeing her like this, vulnerable yet composed, lost in the words of a book about the very creatures that have shaped both of our lives. As much as I want to believe her, I can’t ignore the nagging feeling in my gut. Something about her story doesn’t sit right. I need to figure out what she isn’t saying.

I will not build something that requires me to disappear into it. She put the book down. The city continued outside, with some areas being noisy and others being busy. Inside, Elara felt balanced. Not static. Sustainable.

For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life. "If only I could live inside my novels, I would be happier than I was today." The line went taut. The struggling was no more. The voiceless storyteller has found her salvation with her eyes closed.

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It was my go signal. “I am looking for a book that is about catching a bad man, an abuser, a predator.” “And?” “I have read the Princess of Nile, Glory for Gloria, and even the The Dead Prince of the New Dynasty…” Her brows perched up from her barricade book, “and I want more.” She suddenly stood, and headed towards the last shelf on the hall. She walked back carrying a book like hers – with a make-shift false cover. She threw it on the table.

Maybe the accident was really affecting me, cause I just can't explain all these unfathomable feelings I was having towards her. I got up from my bed and decided to check if she was fine. I walked towards her room and I found the door opened, I stepped inside to find the room empty. Where the fu*k did she go. I saw two books on her bed, these are the two books that has been keeping her busy. My curiosity got a better hold of me, I picked up one of the books, only to find out she was writing a novel which she titled Pregnant for the bully.

Queenie started to read the text on the second page of the book. “Look at it with your heart. Not with eyes.” Queenie’s eyebrow frowned deeper. She was a little upset. This book was full of mysteries. Queenie didn’t have much time to solve various mystery words. She needed to cure his father immediately. Queenie closed the book again in annoyance. Accidentally, her finger touched the bottom of the box. The bottom of the box was hard and felt mushy. Like there was another room under the lid of the box. The outside of the box was red. The inside of the box was white. All this time, Queenie never realized the inside of the box. She never even took the magic book out of the box.

"She doesn't know yet what the first hours lead to. She doesn't know what she's capable of. She doesn't know who she's going to become on the other side of it." "But she found the book," he said. "She found the book," Adaeze agreed. He was quiet for a moment. "What did you say to her?" he asked. She had written back already, in the way she always wrote back — not with the generic warmth of someone managing correspondence but with the specific honest attention of a woman who had been where this person was and understood, from the inside, what the inside felt like.

Ignoring all my inner thoughts I went to the canteen but as my luck goes. I had to collide with non other than her.... oh and I forgot to tell you. Her name is Amara. such a beautiful name. Oh shit not again with the pervert mind. I scolded my inner demons.and you know what...she can really fight. I didn't knew a girl to be so fierce and that too...towards me. I ignored her and left that place because I was in no mood to fight. I went to the library which is my second favorite place in this whole world... well first is a secret I'll tell you once the time is right. I took my favorite book "The love within". I flipped the pages as I munched over my food. But suddenly something caught my eye..