Quinn Booktok Novels & Stories

The quiet after Aaron’s words felt heavier than the dark corners of the room. Louise’s heart thumped loudly in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears. She kept her eyes down, fingering the hem of her shirt, trying to make herself small, invisible. Aaron leaned back against the wall that divided the small kitchen and the living room, the bottle hung loosely in his hand. He watched her like a predator circling, tilting his head slightly, that smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You know,” he said slowly, “it’s funny. I say one thing, and you twist it. You always twist it.”

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

But she only got to know when her mother was about to die, and by that time it was already too late. Blake Damien’s enforcers have ears in every shadow, and they’ve found out about her healing abilities, and were following every of her trail. But for what reason, Quinn couldn’t get herself to provide the answers. Slowly, she peeked around the corner. The red moon cast long, menacing shadows that looked like her pursuers. Quinn drew a shaky breath and clutched the small leather satchel slung across her chest. Inside it, a handful of herbs, a cracked mirror, and a pendant—the only possession left to her by her mother—offered her little comfort. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she thou

Kwen's POV: I sat on my bed and picked my phone up to check the time. It was about 4:30 in the morning. I sat the phone down and picked the book up. I crossed my legs and laid the book on my lap, gently wiping my hand across the front cover. As if the book knew I was ready to recieve what was inside, it began to glow. I took a deep breath and went to open it to the first page. As I shifted the book to open, it's as if the book had a mind of its own. The pages flipped to mid book. I sat in shock as they kept flipping, until it stopped. I cautiously rested my hands on the pages. They glowed a bright golden color. Slowly, the words went from a golden color and turned a bright red. As soon as I

replied Juno in agreement. “Still… If the author truly is that special, then doesn’t that make the book very special as well? Why would they still choose to publish it then?” said Rey in a confused tone. “A valid question. Still, a published book with a mysterious author… I wonder if the book holds any secrets in it…” muttered Juno. “…Speaking of which, did the book mention anything about the token of Demonic Blood? From the Demonic Blood Clan?” asked Gerald. Hearing that, Juno began flipping through the pages… and after a while, she realized that there were mentions of the token!

“Yes. We recently discovered her father’s journal. I can retrieve that for you. Plus we have the journal of the Onyx Sage, Munivar. I’ll retrieve them.” Blake reclined in his seat as he pondered the man’s reactions. Most people were a little unnerved when they found out who he was. But Quanno seemed like a proud lion, who didn’t fear much. Yet his concern about offending Blake was extreme. Something happened to him. Blake wondered what it was. Once he delivered the books to Blake, he excused himself. Blake spent the next couple hours pouring over the books.

"We will come up with more opportunities, Queen. I'm working on something, okay? I will come up with a plan. I know you really want to find your parents, and I really want us to do so, but just take it easy. Don't be rash. Please." Queen sighed and sat on the bed, while Shawn took off his shirt, retrieved his towel from his bag, and said, "I will just quickly shower, once I'm out, we will talk about everything." She nodded, "Okay." As Shawn went into the bathroom, Queen sat on the bed thinking. Her eyes went over to the window and then the table. She noticed a book and a pen on the table and, after thinking for a while, she got up, walked over to the table, tore out a piece of paper from the

Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

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