Intrigued Book Novels & Stories

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

Seeing him reading the text, Sigrid silently hoped that the page he was reading did not have any mention of any erotic events. There was no way this book would be completely about erotic things, right? Maybe he wouldn't see anything... However, he frowned and looked at her strangely. Sigrid was speechless. "Oh, no, Am I that unlucky? Did he read it?" she thought. "Ahem, books like that are all the same. There are some things that are erotic in some parts. This is also why they're interesting and attract readers," Sigrid said awkwardly.

For a time, I stared at the number on my screen, wondering why, after all these years, they were still interested in my first book. How did they get my phone number? I have a ton of questions on my mind. I tried calling that unknown number once again to get the answers to my queries, but sadly, it was out of service. I started to read the book, but my thoughts were constantly on the injections and pills I had seen in his drawer. So, why did he take those pills? As my curiosity grew, I felt compelled to go back to his room and locate the tablets on my own.

“Everyone is coming inside for lunch soon. Will you be joining us?” I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me amongst the stacks of books. “Yeah. I’ll… I’ll be right there.” A moment later, I heard the door click shut. For some reason, I exhaled a breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding and pulled the book out from behind my back. I stared down at it for a few moments, confused as to why I had felt it necessary to hide it—I wasn’t sure. But one thing was for certain: I was intrigued by this book. And now I wanted nothing more than to uncover its secrets, whatever they may be.

I stole it from him because he forbids me of touching his things in his workplace. The book title was "Beauty In Immortality", I wondered what is it all about but my forehead wrinkled when nothing was written inside the book. All of the pages were blank. I throw it in my bed and days passed. I opened it and started to see some words slowly written on the first page. It was magical like it was a book of magic. It was also creepy but I was interested and there I read a weird story that I realized was talking about me.

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

Would I ever find the answers I sought? And now Aide seems to be impatient, I have to find something to calm and change his heart against running off like that. Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a shimmering silver cover book peeking out from the shelf. It stood out amidst the sea of worn spines, beckoning me with its enigmatic allure. Intrigued, I tiptoed on the ladder, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

What was I doing? It wasn’t like her to question her instincts, but something about the book unnerved her. Still, she pushed her hesitation aside. She had always been the type to face things head-on, even when the fear gnawed at her. So, she opened the book. The pages inside were yellowed, the ink faint but still legible. Eliana skimmed over the text, though the words didn’t make much sense to her. The language was foreign, the writing jagged and unsettling. It didn’t resemble anything she had read before, but the title, Petals of the Truth, seemed to shimmer on the page, like a hidden message that she couldn’t quite interpret.

CHAPTER TWO BETTY'S POV It was as if a stranger had overtaken her body. She had convinced herself that she must endure his possession, she revelled in his touch, in every kiss, in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.