Just As I Am Book Novels & Stories

Jane. I looked back at the sealed book, its faint glow pulsing like it was listening. “I need to get this to her,” I muttered. “Now.”

The door shut, and I was alone in the room with the book in my arms. I glossed over the page again and couldn't help smiling to myself all over again. “April, April, April. I am coming for you…”

She asked while getting surprised. "How can I forget you?" I whispered unintentionally. "Excuse me" she said, her expressions changed in a minute with anger. "I mean you helped me. How can I forget you?" I said quickly. "Oh, yes." She said, "By the way, had you felt that……. that spark?" I whispered. "Which spark?" She asked while whispering. I got that she hadn't felt anything so I just changed the topic and said, " by the way, do you also want this book?" I gestured at the book with my eyes while holding it with my both hands.

i’ll leave the room right away Elena knew Ash’s intentions and was replying with 100% sarcasm Ash just made a poker face and said .. If you are not coming ..i shall lift you and do.. Do what? I’ll do what I want to do..clear , now come !! Hmm ..giving orders in my own home itself .. Elena just closes her diary and keeps it near her side table !

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I just realized Oh my God, this is my room! I took my hand over my mouth with a shocked expression on my face. Two Hours Later... “Done, I love that book. I can read a thousand times and not get tired of it.” I said no partially. Okay, Avery, I started reading a book called Fear Me” Oh, boy I can feel my insides tingle when I open the book. Three More Hours Later...

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.

In the middle of the room was a book on a pedestal and that was not there a few seconds ago. ‘Hi Moon’ I try, hoping that I am not in some mental institute but I get no response from her. What the hell is wrong with me, she can’t be my go to, to check if everything is normal. She’s a fucking voice in my head. “Hello” I say out loud. “Hello” I try screaming but it is dead silent. Maybe I am dreaming… yes, life has been so stressful recently and that is what is happening but that book keeps on grabbing my attention.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

She managed to respond. Miss. Anna walked in. "Wake up, my angel; Breakfast is served" She pressed the power button of her iPhone 12 Promax to check what time it was, only to realize that she missed Edwin's call ten good times.