Novel & Cerita Kasur In The Book

Bright morning sunlight cut through the towering arched windows of the Master Suite, blinding her eyes. Maeva blinked heavily, her body feeling warm, comfortable, and relaxed. But as her conscious mind slowly booted up, she froze. She could feel the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Kasen's bare, muscular chest beneath her face. She wasn't on her side of the bed. The barrier of bolster pillows she had so fiercely aligned down the center lay scattered on the floor. Instead, she was tangled in Kasen's arms, her face pressed flush against his bare, burning-hot chest, her fingers clutching his shoulder.

Chapter 33 Elara's Pov “Cassian." I turned with guilt and fear. Hiding the book behind my back. Did he hear me? Why was he smiling? He walked closer and I shut the book. Cassian was a very wise man and I had to be really careful about him. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes. The smile disappeared and was replaced by a tight jaw. "What… what are you doing here?” Confusion flashed his face then he spoke.

Without hesitation, I opened the book to the first page. The pafes were filled with elegent handwritings, seemingly written. As I leaf through the pages, o realized that it's not just any ordinary book and it made me wonder because it looked so weird. There was absolutely no picture at the front, neither was there a name that identified the author who wrote the book. Was this the book we were searching for? Why was it in Cassandra's room? Had she been pretending all along that this book was yet to be found? I felt a breeze coming from no where as I looked into the book, till I opened a page and saw a note inside. I took it and opened it. 'If anybody sees this book except the one who is chose

And the last time, before Arash was busy with various organisational matters, the book had also been stored in this room. Arash's sharp eyes began to scan and show full attention to the rows of books that were covered in dust. His feet moved slowly, circling every bookshelf in the room. A few moments later, Arash saw a very thin book tucked between a pile of thick books with covers that looked like holy scriptures, and his gaze stopped on that book. His hand quickly grabbed the thin book and a smile appeared on his face, because he had found the book quite easily. "Yes ... this is the book." The cover of the book was exactly the same as Zaya's, confirming Arash's assumption.

Ana "He's not dead, you fool!" I nearly shout at the book in my hands. Casper looks up at me from his spot near my feet. The female protagonist has given up hope that her love has survived a plane crash, despite the fact that he's very, very alive and trying to find her. In my frustration, I look up from the book and out the window. It's getting dark outside. Drawn out of the story and back into real life, the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach returns.

When the nurse finishes her assessment and gives me the okay, I lift Kas up and set her back on the bed. After we get her settled, the nurse leaves to give the doctor an updated report. I take off my shoes and climb in bed next to my Luna. I slide an arm under her pillow and smile at her. “Get some rest, Kas. You’ll feel better when you wake up.” It doesn’t take long before her eyes close. On the edge of sleep, she tries to speak to me, but it’s just mumbling about an apartment. It must be part of whatever she’s dreaming about. When I’m sure she’s back to a deep sleep, I climb out of bed and tiptoe out of the room to find Bronx.

I pull open the dresser drawer and find boxers and a loose undershirt. There are only three doors in the hallway, but there is also a wide open entryway to a room next to the stairs. I tiptoe to the room, listening for Kas. When I get to the doorway, I stop and smile. Kas is in a room that didn’t exist the last time I was up here. Quiet music is playing, and she is murmuring the lyrics under her breath, completely engrossed in one of her binders. There’s a whiteboard behind her, with runes and ancient symbols in her handwriting. “Hi Baby.” I pull up a chair next to her and sit gingerly.

the first girl says, folding her arms against her chest. " Let me introduce ourself. I'm Zissa. She's jade. For information, our name won't be as old as hell." Zissa said, trying to be friendly. " Who cares? You burnt the book. Do you know how much time I spent to translate it? How dare you..." Kassidy spoke fiercely, taking steps towards them. " Iam not here to have a problem. We just destroyed the book because we are bored. It was fun." Jade said, stepping back.

It was warm the way a thing was warm when it had been on a stove an hour ago and then carried in a covered dish across a courtyard and down a corridor and up a flight of stairs by a King who had been told twice this week to stop bringing things himself. The small animal at the base of my ribs put her chin on her paws. This, she said. This is also a thing. I ate three spoons. I lowered the spoon. "Kael." "Yes." "What is your favorite book?" He looked at me. He had not been expecting that question. He had been expecting the question about the mother, which he had been bracing for since he had walked through the door, and he had not been expecting a question that had nothing to do with anyone w

He pushes open a massive oak double door, further down the hall, and we enter his bedroom. Kassian I bring her into my sanctuary. The air is different here: scents of old leather, cedar, cold tobacco, and me. The room is vast, sober, dominated by an immense bed with a dark canopy. The walls are lined with books, a stone fireplace is set into the far wall. The only lights come from discreet oil lamps and the dying embers in the hearth. It's a den. My den. And I have just brought my most precious prey into it.