Kiki Book Novels & Stories

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

The rumors about her turning down every man who dared approached her also proceeded her, it was time to really test that theory for myself. Kalia stopped right in front of me, her gaze unwavering as she looked down at me. I didn't offer her a seat, but she took one anyway, right across from me. I like her, I whispered to myself as I leaned back to study her. "You have guts, Miss Kiari. Not many people would invite themselves into my space like this." I said with a smirk in my face, unable to hide my amusement. "I have heard heard the stories, Mr Moretti," she replied, her voice steady and poised, "But I am not here to play games, I am here to cut a deal.my interest was piqued. This was no so

He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted. “Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said. The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed. “Really, Kiran?” she asked him.

34 L I N D Y After my last lesson, Jake showed me some images, and as soon as I saw them, a shudder ran down my spine. They were not something that I wanted to see, not with what is happening to me for the past few days. Immediately when I saw pictures of Milo and Paige having a date at a coffee shop, I felt as though my entire world was whirling with rage and fury. Why would Milo meet up with that woman in a coffee shop? What things are there left to talk about? Why in hell was she even meeting him in the first place and what else does she want from him!?

I had only seen her a few times before she had died, but Alessia’s pink lips and dark hair were so much like her that anyone would agree that she was a younger version of Phoebe Vitale. “Here you go.” She handed us plates of sandwiches with faces drawn with cheese and sauce. I pulled her into my lap, giggling, and kissed her cheeks. Her laughter eased my inner turmoil. I had all the people that I cared about right here with me. What more could I want? I could not stop my brain from saying the formidable though. Luciano De Luca. ***

Then they started talking, and I remembered why that habit should be banned by state law. “Mami,” Gabby said, turning back to me because attacking Al was clearly producing no academic results. “Kiki didn’t put it in my bag.” “Kiki also had to pack three dresses, two dolls, four pairs of shoes, purple sunglasses, one whale shark, one dinosaur that apparently needed its own seat, and enough snacks to evacuate a small school.” “It was her job.” I turned. Gabby stood with both hands on her hips. “Gabriella Lucia Garcia,” I said. “Kiki kept you alive on a private jet after your brother threw up chocolate pastry on Arsen’s sweater. Finding your crown was not a medical priority.”

Pushing the other books aside, Kiara opened up the book. On the very first page was an oath, and the rest of the pages were blank. She turned the book upside down and flipped through it again, and still the only thing in the entire book was the pledge at the very first page. She picked up one of the other books she tossed aside, she flipped through them and they all had words written on every single page. Biting a side of her bottom lip, she decided to read what she saw.

I shouldn’t have ever shown him where I lived. “Oh, Gosh! I am so not in the mood for this book. I need some romance in my life,” Anna leaned to whisper to me, keeping her eyes on our teacher. “Shht! I am sleeping,” I responded and made a silent fake snoring sound. We giggled at my joke, but then Stacy pushed my ribs with her elbow. I turned to my left to lift my shoulders at her. “What?” I mouthed at a loss. “I am listening to this. I love scary stories,” she told me before returning her attention to the professor.

Even without words, she and Kent understood each other well. Diana materialized some food on the table. “Hah! Wiikiops Bark!” she said. Everybody went to the table to dig in. “Hmm… Just like Nohkoma’s!” Elise said approvingly. “Yes, it is Nohkoma’s. I imagined I stole it from her fast food.” Diana grinned wickedly and ate some more. “Hey! You should pay her later then,” Eric said. “Stealing is bad, you know!” He continued to lecture her.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote