One Day Book Novels & Stories

This made little old Janet internally squeal and squeezed her legs shut in reflex. "My book." He finally spoke. "That's my book, shey?" He specified this time, which made the people near her side to hiss, looking away from him. Janet just looked down, embarrassed, for a moment she thought it was one of them romantic glances, not to pass his darn book! Janet stood up, walking towards Derek, who seemed to be confused with her actions alongside the rest of the class. He said pass not come. When she reached his side, which was now spacious due to how people shifted their tables and chairs. "Here!" Janet grinned, handing him his book. People often commented on how pretty her smile was, so she tho

-KAIZI- The day after tomorrow is our Day off. Now, I know why these three are so hyped up they even got me involved. "That's the sets of rules outside and inside the base," Rald threw a book to me while I'm quietly sitting on my bed. I crossed my legs and placed the thin normal-size book on my lap. It is mint-green. "Rules and regulations," I scanned the front and opened the book, skipping the introduction, and stopped on the table of contents.

The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

Barely. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, leaning close to brush my lips against her ear. “Dream about me tonight, Princess.” I slipped from her room, walking quickly down the hall, careful not to make a sound. Relief hit when I shut the door to my own room. “This is fucking nerve-wracking,” I muttered, stripping off my shirt. But then my eyes caught a folded piece of paper on the bedside lamp. My pulse spiked. I picked it up, scanning the words.

When Damon brought up the topic of my books I was scared as hell. I wondered if he came across my dark unholy novels, but fortunately the one he found was a light hearted funny novella. "Hmmm, is that all to it? I see you added bookmarks to some pages, are they..." I turned red instantly, "You asked me to tell you about the book right? Let me, why are you interrupting me?" I stated cutting him short. "Okay princess, go ahead." My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..."

Chapter 1: Every day is the same. Place: City, Anywhere United States of America. The thrift store smelled of sweaty bodies, dust, and mothballs. The sunny weather had brought people out of their houses now that the snow had started to melt. Murry thought that the store was busier than usual for a Wednesday. He wrinkled his nose as he finished emptying his cart of books onto the empty shelves.

- The woman burst into tears. Day one thousand and one after the experiment. The girl stands on the windy railing, below is the whole city brilliant in the light, right hand lifts the thick book "One Thousand and One Nights" into the night, then puts the book down on the railing platform, Insert an A4 sheet of paper in the middle. The four corners of the paper were exposed and flew like a butterfly trapped in a book, revealing beautiful handwriting. Original: “It's been a thousand and one nights, a very nice number.

Waking up didn't seem as tiresome as it used to be anymore for Chad, infact, the start of a new day excited him–especially this day. It was the day he was finally going back home but that wasn't what was exciting to him. Just the thought of introducing a woman like Calista Axford to his family was thrilling.