Kasur In The Book Novels & Stories

KASMINE. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, staring at the pile of my belongings with a mix of horror and confusion. My mind raced, searching for an explanation, but there was none. None that made sense. Kester… my brother… had kept all these things. He'd taken them. I felt sick. My chest tightened, and the room seemed to spin around me. My hands were still trembling when I noticed a book. It had fallen out of the box, landing near my feet. The leather-bound cover was worn, its edges frayed as though it had been handled countless times. A diary.

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.

Feeling helpless, Aurora said, “Let him stay here and play for a while.” Aurora originally wanted to let the care worker continue to teach her, but unexpectedly, the little boy suddenly said in a serious tone, “Mommy, the book says that if a man sleeps for a long time and doesn’t wake up, his lover’s kiss would save him from the sleep. Mommy, you’re Daddy’s wife, quickly go and kiss him!” Aurora was speechless. Which book said that? It sounded like an unsuitable book for teenagers. “Why don’t you show me how it will be done tomorrow? As you can see, it’s not very convenient today,” Aurora said politely to the care worker. “It’s already late, and I don’t want to take up any more of your time.

I turned it. It opened with a smooth, silent motion. I peered out into a small living area. It was just as cozy as the bedroom, with more furs, bookshelves, and a large rug in front of another fireplace. Cassian was sitting in a large leather chair, a book in his hand. He didn't look up when I entered, giving me the space I needed to just exist. I walked to the hearth and sat on the rug, wrapping my arms around my knees. The heat felt good on my face.

“It is not the enemy that lurks outside your home that you should fear but the enemy that you dine and share a home with…” ~ Lucas Chaos An hour later, Chaos and her family made their way to Alpha River’s house and towards the conference room. Kiara was still smiling sweetly whiles the twins and their mother wore blank looks on their faces. As for Chaos, the look on her face was zero to none. Thanks to her new look, she looked scary and somewhat dead and funnily enough, that was exactly how she felt inside.

Waffle said and gave her the books, without even waiting for her reply she dismissed. "To Karl?", She asked herself as she held the books. " Isn't Karl also one of the bad boys, maybe am just overthinking things",Precious said to herself as she carried the book on her hands with her heading to Karl's dorm. Few minutes later Precious got to the hostel, she heaved a sigh and stretched," Dammit this is punishment in hell",She said to herself before taking the stair up to the dorm. She got to the door and looked up reading the number written ontop,"Number seven, this is it",She said to herself before she knocked on the door. She knocked again and the door automatically opened itself as she fell

(The word ‘Kuya’ used as a polite form of address for an older man, elder brother, or boy cousin) After their breakfast, Timotheus went upstairs to take some sleep. He first removes his shoes then his police uniform and lets his body fall on the soft mattress where his body bounces a bit but before he closes his eyes, Timotheus looks at every corner of his bedroom. His eyes fixed on a huge bookshelf where thick books were piled neatly but covered with some dust. Due to his fatigue and hallucinations, he saw a fair lady turning her back on him. Searching for a book and then facing but not looking at him. She was busy reading while standing and leaning on the bookshelf.

“You were on death’s door. Do not expect too much from your body for a few days. A day, at the very least.” Jasper took in his surroundings. It was the first time since he’d awoken in that cot that he’d had the opportunity to truly see and study the room. The walls had a formidability that one might attribute to a fortress. Although the interior was finished with whitewashed plaster that was covered by intricate woven tapestries of various scenes ranging from fox hunting to beautiful castles, he could see by the depth of the windows that the building was constructed of thick layers of stone.

A real children's laugh. Nora slept on Noah's shoulder. I fell on my knees. Weinte. Not before pain. To facilitate. Noah knelt to me. He kissed my forehead. And whispered: “Is it over?” I wanted to answer. Really. But at this moment I noticed something. On the dining table there was a broken book. An old, blue book. That we had never possessed. I got up slowly. My hands trembled. I hit the last page. There was only one sentence.

"Sorry." Why I am apologizing, I am not sure. Without a word, Casper coaxes me deeper into his home, down the dimly lit hallway. My fingers clutch the edge of the blanket around my shoulders, as I savour the feeling of Casper's hand pressed against my clothed back. Almost as if it's my lifeline. "Nice home," I point out, drinking in the sight of the gathering-lounge-room he lead me into. It is decorated lavishly, and I know from just the sight of the old books lining the wall, and even the furniture, that this place is probably worth more than me.