Nothing In This Book Is True Novels & Stories

“or you all are pretending to not know what i’m talking about. I know that you had something in your jurisdiction, something that’s not the girl.” “She’s not a thing.” “I’m not a thing.” Both Atlas and Laila said in sync. My lips tugged up in a smirk. “Right. Tell me Alpha Ares, you do know what i’m talking about right? You know about the book, don’t you?” I stared at Andro with my knuckles supporting my chin, it was my way of relaxing while i put my thought together. “I do actually, i have THIS book that you ask of but i don’t think it’s in your business to ask about it.” I replied with a small yawn. His gaze narrowed in on me as his eyes shuffled to the people who stood behind me.

She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

"What gives you the right to fire me with a single sentence?" Though I kept a low profile, the veterans in the room had all heard my name. For a brief moment, the sheer force of my words stunned the room into silence. But Flora remained unrelenting. She stepped forward and violently swept everything off my desk, sending it all crashing to the floor. "Stop boasting! So what if you've been here ten years? Let me tell you something: if you have no value, I don't care how much seniority you have, you get tossed out!

Kevin turned around and ran back. My eyes were fixed on the forsythia in the flowerbed, watching its yellow blooms swaying beautifully in the biting wind. I used all my strength to turn the wheelchair, trying to get a closer look. Unfortunately, I couldn't even reach the short distance away. I was truly useless. When death was near, one had to let go of everything—whether it was something you loved or hated. Just as I was being sentimental, I suddenly heard a shrill female voice nearby. "Cindy, you bitch! You're trying to ruin me!"

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

“It seems you’re making this a habit. Perhaps I should give you a massage today as well, go undress now.” His gaze dropped for a moment, landing on the open book lying next to me on the bed. Damien chuckled softly, his laughter rich and deep like a quiet storm rolling in. “That book,” he remarked, shaking his head, “is full of half-truths. Only a handful of those things have any basis in reality.” “Really?” I countered, my curiosity piqued despite myself. Sliding off the bed, I picked up the book and held it in my palm, examining its worn cover as if the answers to the universe might suddenly reveal themselves.

“But I need all the info on it I can find, and I think the whole the less you know, the better thing strongly applies right now.” “Fair enough,” she says with a shrug. “Though what I imagine you’re doing with this information is probably worse than what you’re really doing.” “That’s debatable.” I try not to smile at her sass. I shouldn’t encourage it. “Though you know what they say. The truth is often stranger than fiction.” I scan a row of books, going over each title slowly. Most are in Latin, and I know I’m not going to get lucky enough to find a big, fat book conveniently titled The Idiot’s Guide to Opening and then Closing the Gates of Hell.

Sluggishly walking to the front door, I opened the door and was surprised to see something unimaginable; The living room wasn’t there and everything on the other side of the entrance was filled with clouds and nothing more. “What is happening! Huh? Am I sleeping right now? Am I dead? Did I accidentally fallen asleep while driving and crashed my car? Is this heaven?!” “Eh where did the door go?!” I started to explore this space aimlessly, as I was still unsure of what my current situation is I continued to wander around this cloud-filled space. I thought that maybe I was inside a dream and was just imagining all of this. As I was walking, for a while now I noticed that there is nothing here b

Every bit of me knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help it. "I know this book is fake. Why would you put a page that has a dance that opens the realm of color." I snapped. I couldn't sit back. I wouldn't throw my friend under the bus but I refused to play their games all to be thrown away. "You think it's fake." King Alexanders smirk had me questioning if it was even though I had the real book. His silence told me he was waiting for my reply.