Never Touch A Books Novels & Stories

She looked down guilty and I dismissed her from my site. I closed my eyes, the itching spreading like wildfire, my mind echoing with the book's silent laughter. I sat frozen long after my father had left the room. The Alpha's words lingered in the air like smoke that refused to dissipate. A forbidden book. Do not touch it. It will consume you.

NEW STORY , DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW AND COMMENT. ENJOY...... Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.

Well, what are you looking for? "Ah erm books about the creatures in this world?" I voiced out when suddenly my eyes glanced upon a particular book with a moving branches cover. It fascinated me so much that I almost touched it when the librarian grabs my hand. She hisses, "Those books are off limits." The librarian then narrows her gaze at me doubting my curiousity. She slithers away and extends her body to reach out for books and gave them to me saying, "Here's all the books containing all that you have to know. The primary creatures of our world."

Kenna ''Can you give me a hand?'' I ask, putting stacks of books into the empty box in front of me; not wanting to leave the apartment without having them near my side—reading is one of the things that I can never stop doing, no matter how convincing someone might be to stop me.

France feel that way. When the bookshelf finally shifted back to its old position, Mrs. France released a deep sigh of relief. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. The book caught my attention, and I thought it will have more information about becoming a hybrid-" "You shouldn't touch anything here without asking permission. These books are old, most of them were enchanted and hide secrets no one should know," Mrs. France said in a calm yet tough voice. "I know. I'm really sorry," Aria said, biting her lower lip and looking down.

“I love this.” “Don’t touch that,” I snatched it from her, dropping it back in its position. “Look what we have here!!” Her feet hastened in the direction of my library. She tried to pull out one of my first-edition signed copy books. I held her hand from behind. “Don’t.” I despise people entering my personal space or touching my stuff. They were just gonna mess things up and leave. This was one of the major reasons why I didn’t let Liam in here. He was too messy. And Princess Sophia was just like him.

"I need you to open your eyes then. You don't have to look at me, just open your eyes." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

He will refuse to read it. Ayden said to her, trying to make her understand what it means to vote serious and calm at the same time: The book is just like the soul, if he feels you crying and wants you to read it, he will open it for you for sure. But if the book does not want you to read it, it will never open for you, no matter what you do, and you will not be able to open it or read it in any way. This is the nature of books here and here and you will get used to it later. A book is just like a person to know what's inside it likes to let you do this first, otherwise you'll never know no matter how hard you try.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

my father reprimand them. Me and Mel chuckle, which makes Max clutch his heart dramatically and Li rolls her eyes. "If we cannot touch these books, then why are we here," I ask them confused. "You cannot touch them, but that doesn't mean you cannot read them. The person who touches these books will let the content display on the walls around us. But, it only last there for just 1 minute. You have to write the content as it is, even if you don't understand it. That way we can decode it after we finish writing the content of the books which I feel might help us" Lord Agamanan explains.