Novel & Cerita Parallel World Book

“I am excited and looking forward to that day, Farah.” She proudly said. All with her twisted personality that they didn’t hate about her and she love about herself. For what can they do? She is created to be exactly like that. To act and be that twisted spice that she loves to be. “Let’s go, Pauleen.” Farah demanded of her, which she complies with and willingly so. Taking the spiral staircase while looking at the shelves with the thousands of books that weren’t any ordinary ones. But instead the book of life of each human, mortals, and the little facts about the entire worlds and dimension that is known. Except for the originals and the original world of Shinzo Dimension.

, the time when almost all of the staff are for sure already home. I returned the books I borrowed in their respective areas before I bolted out of the library to go to the principal’s office. I noticed that there are no students and teaching staff walking on the corridor anymore. When I reached the principal’s office, I wandered the whole area first before knocking on the door. “Come in! The door’s open.” A smirk played on my lips when I heard his voice. Damn, his deep voice is already enough to make my pussy wet. I did not waste any opportunity and immediately opened the door, and his eyes widened a fraction when he saw me.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

“I’m sure it’ll fit right in, next to your hobbit ring, rabbit’s foot and twenty sets of lipsticks.” Lizzy stuck her tongue out and turned back to the bed. “I brought you some magazines and a book to read. I found them in my bedside drawer.” She pulled them out from behind her seat and laid them on the bed. Johnny’s sly grin should’ve warned him. Slater glanced down and recoiled. Cosmopolitan and Vogue slid aside to reveal a book cover of a shirtless man—in a loincloth—clutching a woman in a torn dress on a beach. His long hair blew in the wind as he gazed into her doe-like eyes.

A cross between a golden retriever and a long-haired polar bear with ball joints and the ability to straighten up on its hind legs and strike with its paws when attacked. Fortunately, these proles only lived in small family groups, because they were really serious opponents. Oh, what was I saying? All proles were serious opponents, no matter how small or large they were. For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

It turned into a real grim reaper; it was not a costume but a real deal. “You warned and watched me, I bet you knew that I had the book of Soleira. Explain it in a manner that we can understand. Are we a character from a book and this world is actually a fantasy the writer created?” He thought if his assumption is correct, then it proves that the weird whirlwind story of their hatred-romance are all the author's cruel fantasy.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

THE NEXT DAY Chaos’s p.o.v I am awakened by the sun blaring rudely in my face. Which fucker left the damn window open? I would really like to know and give that person a delightful piece of my mind. It’s not like I hated the sun but it's in my face rudely and I am not a morning person. I try to move only to realize I am being held tight to a chest. I mean a very yummy muscular chest by a muscular arm.

On the day I turned 22, a mysterious polling page suddenly appeared in our home. [Would you trade the life of Amelia Silverstone for Rosamund Silverstone, who survived in a parallel world?] My parents voted "Yes." They said I had only been born because my sister died in an accident. I owed her this. The poll then appeared on Caelan Jackman's phone. I held my breath as I watched my boyfriend. We had been together for five years. Rosamund had saved his life back then, but if he would just say "no," I felt like I would still have one last reason to hold on. After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke. "This is just a test. She saved my life. I have to help her." He chose "Yes." [All