Nightingale Book Novels & Stories

If she’s mad then you won’t have to deal with her dragging you around to places you don’t want to go anymore. Lauren sat straight up, climbed off the bed, and went to the window. Her room was in a little nook just below the attic, and the one thing she really liked about it was that there was a built-in bookshelf and window seat beneath an old- fashioned window that pushed out instead of going up and down. She didn’t know what kind of window it was called, although maybe she could look it up in the encyclopedia.

Chapter 35 Nuri’s POV Every time I come to the palace, everyone is agitated. I stood in the hospital of the palace, slowly turning over the medical books in my hands. The house was very quiet, only birds and insects could be heard. The doctors were kneeling on the floor. Cold sweat was dripping from their foreheads and some of the cowards were already shivering a little. Nothing scares people more than inscrutable silence. I put down the book in my hand and asked casually, “I heard someone was sick yesterday?”

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

I asked. "It’s not in a bunker," Beatrice said, a sad smile touching her lips. "It’s in the one place you never looked. It’s in the foundation of the Nightingale Hospital. Where the baby was born." The emotional toll of the night was a heavy, suffocating blanket. I looked at Ethan, who was staring at the vial of silver liquid. I looked at my daughter, the "Asset" who was being hunted by a digital version of her own mother.

“Tell me, who?!” “I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter yet.” She tried to limp away in a rush. “I’ll go call your Beta.” “No. Listen...” I gripped her hand tightly, stopping her. I guided her hand toward the bronze coloured bookcase within the rows of book shelves just meters away from where I fell. “Third shelf. Pull Nighthound Oath… there’s a latch.” She fumbled through the books until she found it. A soft click echoed in the room, and the back panel slid open.

Addy yawns widely, smacking his lips as his eyes roll back in his head, but I settle him on my other breasts regardless, helping him latch and start massaging out the milk. Cole sets a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs, potatoes, and bacon in front of me while Addy nurses himself to sleep. I reach for the table on the side of the couch and grab my own notebook and the copy of The Book of Whispers. I can feel Cole watching me with interest as he tidies up in the kitchen. I choose to ignore him, for now, knowing he’s curious why I’m flipping through the pages of the book, which is written in a language none of us understand–even those who read Firestone.

I want to remind him, but Granny already left the center of the circle, and she takes me back to the outskirts with her. “I guess I stepped in too fast, too,” Granny smirks at me, “The kid sees far.” Sees far? Of what? “The thing about Nightingale,” The stranger suddenly turns to Lilith, explaining with a warm smile as if taking a student to class, “they design the initials of their customized pieces if they only make one of them, and they leave that in random places.” Lilith blinks for a second before she gasps in shock and then looks down at her dress. She doesn’t see but when she turns the short collar inside out, I see “D.V” embroidered on it.

GRACE I opened my eyes to a bright light before me. My vision was blurry but u could tell that I was in the palace's clinic. Why am I here? I turned to my left and saw a nurse sitting beside me while reading a book titled ‘the boy that cried all day.’ I grunted in pain as I tried to sit up. The nurse immediately rushed at me. “You shouldn’t try to sit up, dear. You’re still burning up from fever. All you need to do is rest and I’m sure that you’ll recover in no time.”