Isolated Book Novels & Stories

We go together. Isabelle is in the sitting room with Mara on the floor mat between her feet, a cloth book open in her hands that she's been turning the pages of without reading. She looks up when we both walk in and the calculation behind her eyes is very fast, very small, and very visible if you know what you're looking for. I sit across from her. Dominic stands to my left, close to the door. I put my phone on the coffee table between us, screen up, the photograph open.

“GAMO (FUCK)” Slamming her book suddenly closed, Isabella can’t help but feel the need to move, an urge to burn off some of this pent up need that began to rise, a need that was slowly driving her crazy as she moves to tuck the book carefully beneath her arm before standing. Her feet now leading her over towards her bedroom door before knocking. The door slowly opening to reveal Garth and Hunter, both whom were currently standing on the other side of her door like always. “I’d like to go for a walk… Please… If only for a split second to stretch my legs?”

A plan that, if executed correctly, would change everything. Back in her cell, Isabella sat down on the bed and opened a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside was a small notebook, its pages filled with her carefully scribbled notes. She had been tracking everything—names, contacts, dates, potential allies. The details were crucial, each line of writing a small piece of a much larger puzzle. She flicked through the pages, each entry a reminder of how far she had come. The notebook held her only connection to the outside world, her lifeline in the midst of the prison walls.

she gets her own plate and sits on the opposite side of the island and we eat, damn her food is always so damn good. " There is a place, it's a chamber of sorts a place I can not take you or anyone else nor will I tell you or anyone else where it is but this place has a gate way so to speak that can take you to other places and I went to where those creatures dwell, I was shown a book by my friend and at first the book was empty, I flipped through the pages and there was nothing, just a few words on the very first page of the book "

Sigh. As soon as Isabella left, I felt delighted seeing a lot of old books. They smell musty, but it doesn't quell my thirst for knowledge. I quickly grabbed the book in front of me and tried opening it. However, I realized I had no key to open the chained books. What the eff? Isabella didn't hand me the keys! How should I supposed to read all these books? "Are you kidding me?!!!" I frowned and stared at the books intently. I realized the books were sealed with a magic circle. Does this mean I have to break the seal to read these books?

She held her new phone—the one with the uncracked screen—like it was a grenade with the pin pulled. She shouldn't look. Dr. Aris had said, disconnect. Liam had said, don't feed the beast. But the beast was already in the room. Isabella’s memoir, The Woman Henry Cross Destroyed, was currently the number one topic on T*****r. It wasn't just a book anymore; it was a cultural event. A live dissection of the Cross family pathology. Aurora opened the app. She didn't search for Liam. She didn't search for Henry.

I clenched my teeth as I hurried past the place. The smell of old books thickened in the air. Books were stashed into every part of the racks; you could tell some were even forced in. The library was silent, with only a few people reading. I didn’t know where I was going or what books to pick first, but I kept walking, my eyes wandering over the books one after another. When I reached the end, my eyes caught a particular book placed in a different spot—The Chronicles of the Moonbound. It wasn’t on the rack like the others; it sat alone on a table.

But near the bottom, wrapped in wax paper, lay something stranger. A book. No spine. No title. Pages brittle with age, browned at the edges. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off dust. One corner had been nibbled by time or mice but the contents were still intact. She opened the first page. “Once, far beyond the veil of true sight, there lived a widow in a house made entirely of glass. Every day she watched others… but no one ever saw her watching.” Isolde blinked. She knew this story.

Leianna I’m sitting in the living room, a book resting unused in my lap. I've been here for a few days and despite the warmth and safety of the pack house, a cold thread of isolation weaves through me. Being deaf in a world so reliant on sound is like living in a bubble, one that’s hard and transparent but isolates you just the same. I’ve learned to read lips, to observe body language and facial expressions, to grasp at the fringes of conversations and emotions swirling around me.

LEONARDO The study was extremely quiet and a little bit cold, which was weird, actually. The study was never cold. There was a book in my hand, and I could barely understand a single word written in it. I tried to focus, but all my attention was on something else entirely, on two things so far away. I slowly placed the book down, leaned back against my chair, and just stared at the ceiling. The house felt completely empty without Alexander and Isabella in it. It was too silent, too… large.