Pieces Of Her Novel Novels & Stories

Something interesting. And the girl, the woman, Novalee, Mrs. Santoro, the Red Bride, the vessel, she existed. In pieces. In fragments. In moments stolen between positioning. Between filling. Between being nothing but a womb. She existed. And that was enough. For now. Until it wasn't. Until something broke. Someone broke. Everything broke. And then they'd see. What remained. What survived. What was left after the obsession finally ended. One way or another.

"How do you know men come closer like this?" He asked as she gulped. She had to negotiate the matters to get out of his hold. Her heart was readily pumping inside her chest and so was her body for him but her mind was denying or it was the shy girl inside her keeping her away from letting him complete his game. "I r-read a n-novel." She told as he shook his head in amazement. "Did that man you read about was good or bad? Should they have to do this act you read from the novel repeatedly?" He teased as he caressed her button nose with his.

She takes a step further, and I suddenly notice that her feet stop on one of the tiles. “What's wrong?” I ask, and she brings her fingers to her lips, signaling for me to go quiet. She taps that particular tile again, and even I can hear the hollowness beneath it. Nova looks up at me like she has seen this before. She gently leans down, removing a pin from her hair. A few strands escape, but she looks more focused on opening that particular tile. I walk over, squatting down with her as she successfully pushes the tile away. I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand.

Emily may return, but I will not surrender the everything to her . I step into the dress slowly, savoring the feel of the fabric hugging me tight. With every clasp fastened, I rebuild myself. Powder dusts over the cracks. Perfume mists like smoke, masking fear with allure. By the time I slip into my heels, I no longer look like a woman who is breaking . I look untouchable. Yet inside, the war rages. What if she tells him everything? The fire. The lies. The blood I have hidden beneath silk sheets.

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

Looking concerned. I stared at her. She stared back. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, smiling politely. “Shall I help you dress?” And that was when it hit me—not all at once, but in little pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle slowly snapping together. The name. The maid. The chandelier. The feeling of déjà vu so strong it made my skin prickle. I knew this place. I knew this life. Because I’d read about it. In a book. Some cheesy, overdramatic web novel I devoured during finals week, right before my body gave out from a delightful combo of stress, insomnia, and enough caffeine to stop a small horse’s heart.

Were’s run hot but she was hot even to me. I held her close to my chest as I navigated the narrow steps and doorway. Her scent was delicious, wisps of her hair tickled my nose. Once inside I stopped, there was no room in here. Stuff was scattered across the tiny table, counter and floor. Papers everywhere, couch pillows knocked down. She must have been attacked. How could anyone live like this? Dane began growling at the idea of anyone hurting her. His agitation wasn’t helping me stay calm at all.

However, she remained silent. Ethan seemed to lose interest and let go of Tiffany, starting to prowl around the small room. Finally, his eyes landed on the journal by the bed that I had treasured above all else. His eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" It was the notebook where I recorded the memory fragments that flashed through my mind. Those scattered words, blurry faces, and fragmented scenes were my only tool for finding out who I was and where I came from. Alarm bells went off in my head as I lunged forward. "Give it back!"

Truly,just like Stephanie had said,her life isn't the same after yesterday. Everything just seemed like she was in a deep mess. Even escaping into her sleep was not enough place to hide. She went back up to the room and her eyes landed on the novel. Once There Was A Man.. Diana smiled upon seeing it.She had fallen in love with this novel and had carried it all the way here. It was such a pity that she cannot seem to find the author or authoress of the book. It feels real. Like it really happened. Like what might probably happen to her or her child.

They had to stop their patch up unwillingly and parted ways. Pulling open the heavy door of the library, she walked inside, passed her ID card to the librarian and sauntered around. The library had a separate section for novels, which was renewed recently. Facing the shelf, Nora groaned as she watched the books lined up till the top. The shelf was divided into three sections. The bottom comprising the magazines, middle of novels and the topmost of the exam paper set. To reach the novel section, she had to climb over the ladder.