Original It Book Novels & Stories

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.

It would by no way affect the original one. In conclusion, please do not forget to rate my book (5 stars would be nice😊) and leave your reviews on my book page. Thanks so much again for reading my book. It means a lot! _Naomi

There was no head of the table. I looked at the room for a long moment. "How did you design this?" I asked. "From the founding document," she said. I looked at her. "Which founding document?" I said carefully. She reached to the shelf behind her and produced a worn, handbound book that I recognised immediately — not the original, but a copy, made with care, in handwriting that was not Isara's but had clearly been produced from Isara's original. "Where did you get this?" I said. My voice was very quiet.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

I decided to focus on the book since we were talking about it. "What does that mean?" I question nodding my head at the words written on the front cover of the book. "Bound in Blood," I must have a looked as confused as I felt because he clarified. “The original book was written and bond in Human flesh" I shrink away from the book. "That's seriously gross" I say after my stomach settles. His upper lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile or a laugh. "You cannot read Italian" he says this as an observation.

Which is what I did and I got in without a single drop of sweat. I searched for a book, and as far as I know, all books of origin have a peculiar design such as a fancy, weird design. As I was searching for the book, something fell from the shelf. Scared I was, I went closer to the thing that fell. "The Origin"

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Dancing With Fate. Dancing With Fate was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Trayton speaks, the format will be as this: Trayton ~ “Are you dumb asses ready to go?”)

And the original name of this book was Poison Of The Enticing Flames but since my first editor told me to use an attractive name, I decided to go with The Poisoned Omega. As usual I will appreciate your support and your comments always really keeps me going for real. Much love.

The spine was faded but I could still read it, and when I read it I sat very still on the edge of the bed and read it again. It was my favorite novel. Not a new copy, not a nice edition. The original publication. A first edition, the year it was first printed, and I knew enough about books to understand what I was holding and roughly what it meant in terms of — everything. In terms of effort and intention and the specific kind of attention required to find something like this. My hands were not entirely steady.