روايات وقصص ضمن Lisey's Story Book

The sheet given to him by the woman sitting near the bookcase-which seemed to be her favorite spot-only gave him a small smile. "I fill the time by reading this." Lily pointed at the book that was her companion right now. A bright orange cover book with black ink on the title, by Mark Manson. "Thank you for letting me read it." "If you like it, feel free to read it all the way through." Lily's eyes lit up slightly at that. "Thank you for the offer." "I have read the report. But I also want to hear you tell your story. Can you?" Lily considered for a moment but the corners of her lips tugged slightly. She nodded in response and began to recount all the little girl's activities without excepti

He inquired anxiously. Lisa took a deep breath before she could talk. She took a moment thinking her words correctly watching outside the window as they drove inside a big dark forest. She thought " such a perfect place to kidnap and kill someone." "Well remember that night you left me alone in the club?" She paused. " Yeah , what happened? " His body tensed his hand griping harder on the steering wheel. Something about Lisa words troubled him. "Well I kinda of got into places I shouldn't be. I heard something I shouldn't. And now Diana tried to kill me and then Don. He kidnapped and promised to take away my life. I don't even know who trust right now." She added a lump building in her throa

It was a simple sentence and it meant three things at once and we both knew it — I'll take care of the journal, I'll take care of the knowledge in it, I'll take care of the thing his mother was that he had been protecting alone since he was seven years old. He nodded. Once. Just once. He looked back at the fire. I opened the journal to the first page. I read. Her name had been Lyse. She had known what she was at sixteen, had hidden it the same way my mother had hidden me, with the specific caution of someone who understood that survival came before everything else. She had written about the seal and the silver and the feeling of the power coming in, and it was exactly how I had felt it — lik

“I would do it again. Every lie I told, every secret I kept—I’d bury them all if it meant keeping you with me. Keeping her safe.” Her eyes searched his, the anger there dulled by exhaustion, by love. “You’re just like me,” she whispered. “A liar.” His lips curved, wolfish. “Then we deserve each other.” He kissed her then, slow but fierce, and for a moment, the weight of the world fell away. At dawn, they stood together over Isabella’s crib. The baby slept soundly, her chest rising and falling beneath a blanket embroidered with roses and wolves. Valentina’s whisper was soft, but it carried in the stillness. “This world is nothing but liars.”

As for Lisa, it was a good thing that she was fond of reading books which included medicinal books that helped her discern the herbs she had bought that totally looked like a bunch of grasses in Naomi's eyes. Although Naomi was similar to Lisa's fondness over reading books, most of the books she have read were novels of different genres and since she was from a different world, there were a lot of things that were different from each other in the place she was currently in and with the place she came from.