Nothing's-wrong Book Novels & Stories

“Exactly what Kevin wanted me to do.” “Well, you’re here now. I’m fine. And you can learn from it.” She releases my hand and picks up her book again. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s really going on? Because I’ve been watching the news, and I’m seeing your name next to some very dramatic headlines.” Despite everything, I almost smile. “It’s complicated.” “It always is with you.” But her tone is fond. “Does this have something to do with that handsome man who’s been paying for my security detail?”

Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting. Trisha walked slowly to where it was and pulled it out of the other nine books crammed into the same row with it. She repeated the same process she had with the other books she'd picked—dusted it's shabby cover to see it's name. Unfortunately and very shockingly, too, there was none inscribed on it. That was odd. She flipped the book to the other end but nothing. It was empty of inscriptions, just like the front was. Slowly, she opened the book to first page.

I say, pointing a spoon at my brother with a grin. Rham, Jasmine, and I burst out laughing. Lamia and my mother do not crack a single smile. The Gazette ran one of the most savage headlines of the new year across the entire dominion: BIG BROTHER LEFT OUT IN THE COLD. CLAY STEALS THE LUNA AND THE THRONE FROM UNDER RHAM’S NOSE. I kept every single copy. I might frame that front page in my private study. “Yogurt?” Lamia asks softly, sliding a massive crystal bowl across the polished wood toward me.

" He pointed at me, his face twisted in anger. I could not help but chuckle. Just because he could not earn money, he thought everyone must be as incompetent as him. The reporter turned to me with disdain, thrusting a microphone in my face. "You're Cindy Waters? Extorting a pregnant woman is against the law!" Lisa clutched her belly and said pitifully, "Cindy, I've already moved out. All I want is justice!" I sneered. "Do you think you can slander me without consequence just because the neighborhood has no working surveillance cameras?"

That actually made sense. I shut off my phone and flopped down on the bed, arms and legs spread out. All that hassle just for a severance check. In my novel, the heroine did everything she could to avoid getting the boot, cozying up to the one in charge. There I was, doing the opposite dance with Edmund. Life sure has a funny way of mixing things up. … Once I got my thoughts in order, the headache vanished, and the backache was gone.

It's very rare to see a woman have all the damn features of the woman of your dreams. “Whatever you’re trying to do, knock it off.” I raised my innocent eyes to her and placed my fork down on the plate. “I can't. Have a seat, please.” I watched her battle with herself for a second. “It's harmless.” “I know that,” she corked. “You're harmless.” She said it in such a demeaning way but I don't care. I can't harm her. When it comes to her, I’m powerless. “Like I said, stop whatever it is you're doing. I don't care what gesture you think it is, it is sending the wrong signal.”

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

“I can do this. It’s fine. A power boost to help make everything right. It’s okay.” Quickly, she reached out and grabbed hold of the ancient book. Nora clutched it to her chest and smiled. She turned to look at Winter and Roman. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “I totally did it!” “Awesome!” Winter said, smiling. “But wait. Somethings not right.” “What do you mean?” Nora asked. “The book isn’t glowing. Normally, when someone from the family touches it, the book glows.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s broken?”

Elowen said, breaking the silence. She looked down at her hands. “Like relief… happiness… something.” Her fingers tightened slightly. “But I don’t know how I feel.” Lucien listened quietly, his gaze steady on her. “It’s like…” Elowen continued slowly, “everything is just mixed together…” She gave a small, bitter smile. “I should be happy, right?” she asked softly. “But I’m not… because all I can think about is how everything I believed in was wrong.” Her throat tightened.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!