Obx Book Novels & Stories

It was already noon and Rose had long ago finished eating and was now in her room waiting for Mr. Evidence. She had called his number it rang but no one was picking up. She didn't want to knock on his door because she believed that if he wanted to see her, he will come to meet her in her room. She laid on her bed as she browse through the internet, searching for any new news about the ongoing economy and the situation of the country. After browsing through the internet, she got tired and decided to do something different. She stood from her bed and moved around the room to see if she could see anything to keep her busy even if it's a game. She didn't mind playing it alone. She walked towards

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

It is evident that he is not suffering from any anxiety about cleanliness and that, makes me smile because even though I had not planned to cure him or be a part of his cure, I am glad to see that he is a more functional person and that this obsession to be constantly clean, is less and less seen in him. "To be honest with you sir, Every, I don't understand how it was that I was able to help this come to fruition and when I find out, I promise to do everything I can to see that this behavior is maintained to the point where there comes a time when only his obsession with cleanliness is mentioned when it is remembered in the past and is no longer in the present." I say smiling and the man nod

I heard him sighed with satisfaction on his face before he looked up to me again, "I'll get ice for your knees. They might get swollen later." I nodded at Ezekiel before he stood up and turned his back on me. His every movement was fast, like he didn't want me to follow him. When Ezekiel left, I glanced over at the book on the only standee at the corner. What was that? It looks so thick, old, and very special to have its own standee.

Tyler used his meek tone to explain, since his boss was getting confused. “That's fine, get them ready now. Once I get down from here, we will be going… “ Damon replied while already moving some steps away from Tyler. “Noted sir” Tyler replied and headed his way. ***************** An op could be seen as he screamed… “Wow! Lower! Lower!!…”

I shot her a quick side-eye before opening my locker. I didn't give her the satisfaction of looking at her. I just wanted to get my books and disappear into the back row of my English lit class. But Anaya wasn't a girl who allowed herself to be ignored. She stepped forward, her expensive perfume filling my senses, a scent that felt aggressive and suffocating compared to the earthy, honest smell of the rain-soaked cemetery I had stood in just days ago.

The candle on the desk was about to go off, its flame shaking like a frightened secret. Shadows trembled along the walls, and right in front of me was the letter. Sealed, with the symbol of a serpent curling around the rose . The wax had cracked under my fingers, but I hadn't opened it yet. Somehow it felt like it was waiting for breath to wake it as I laid on my palms. My heart rumpled as I tried to open it. Then.... "Audrey!"

And for the first time since leaving Jake’s office, I felt calm. Focused. Determined. Love had turned into obsession. And obsession? It always demanded blood.

I slam my door in response. Once I’m in bed, I finally open the math book. My eyes land again on the first page: Jace Adkins. My finger hovers over the number, but then I slap myself and actually start reading. Turns out, everything’s explained much more clearly in the teacher’s version. Maybe I could get Mason to snag me a copy. I make it through the first 100 pages—enough to grasp the basics of the numbers. Talking about numbers.. The book opens at the first page all by itself. Biting my lip in doubt, I grab my phone and contemplate a lot of things.