Novel 122 Novels & Stories

Plain and simple, he couldn’t imagine being without her. He studied the dagger as it lay in his palm. Very expensive. So where did Isabelle get it? She never told him. On closer inspection, he turned it over and looked at it from a different angle. The handle was wider than most he’d owned. Very peculiar…especially, the tip of the handle that looked as if a piece of paper was stuck in it somehow. He pinched the edge and pulled, and the paper kept coming. Soon a small script appeared with strange coding upon it. His heartbeat hammered as excitement shot through him. Could this be what he’d been after all this time?

They both guessed it could turn bad, but weren’t completely sure. Fiona spent the better part of the evening pouring through her books in search of information to help her understand the consequences of his actions. As she flipped through the pages of the musty, leather bound book he noticed had a peculiar group of interlocking circles on its cover, she expelled an enormous sigh combined with a groan and rested her elbows on the table top with her face buried in the palm of her hands. The room was quiet enough to hear a squirrel scurrying across the porch outside the open window. After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straighte

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

And Veronica was in on it. My hands clench into fists. Is Rachel really that insane? To endanger somebody’s life just because she doesn’t like them dating her ex-boyfriend? For someone proclaimed to be a genius, she sure is a petty little- I lose my train of thought as I shiver. It’s cold down here even with my jacket on. I need to figure out how to get out of here. I can’t see, so the symbols on the walls are useless and I can’t even mark the walls because of the same reason, assuming I can find anything to mark my path. But what if-?

Lars was too hungry to hear any explanations anyway, considering he barely talked and just focused on gorging his creamy potato salad, caprese sandwiches, onion and beef empanadas, and gulped them down with fresh orange juice. Eventually, the group came into a lull as they were full of good meals. The wind softly passed by, brushing against the foliage and carrying fresh smell of the forest. Lars leaned against the pillar and was about to close his eyes again, craving for more sleep. However, his crave for answers was much greater. "So... now can you start explaining?" Vayu blinked rapidly for a while. "Ah, yes, right. We're part of the Twelve Scions. We protect this lovely island from being

Chapter Twelve Bisola forgot about Dapo coldness and aloofness at the office, she can only saw someone whom she wish to emulate, the way Dapo maneuver the car amidst the lot of car on the way, make Bisola wish to be to handle the steering just like her boss does.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h