Ribbons Book Novels & Stories

behind him. “That... why do we have two ribbons on the slab?.” She stuttered and walked over to the counter, her eyes widening in shock. “Ribbons?.” Tyler followed after her and sure enough, seeing the familiar ribbons that came with the gifted wine bottles, his eyebrows furrowed as he realized that there were indeed two ribbons on the slab instead of a single discarded one.

When at last she lifted her head and dragged herself upright on the edge of the bed, the autumn afternoon outside the window had turned to autumn evening, and the chamber was full of long blue shadows, and the candle on her writing desk had not been lit, and she could barely see her own hands in front of her face. She turned to look at the writing desk. There was something on it that had not been there this morning. A single thin grey ribbon. Frayed at one end. Old. Soft with the kind of softness fabric only takes on after many years of being held in someone's hands. The ribbon was lying across the centre of the writing desk in a small careful loop, exactly as if someone had set it down ther

The tone that meant she did not believe a single word I was saying, but would graciously allow me five seconds to come up with a better lie. “Babushka, look!” Poppy rescued the situation in the way only she could. She grabbed the cream paper bag and held it up to the camera until it nearly smacked the phone. “Ribbons. Lots. Pretty ones. This one is navy, this one’s pink, this one has pearls. This one is elegant. This one is for emergencies.” Mama looked at the bag. Then at me. Then at the bag again. “Emergency ribbons,” she said flatly.

Zaviers hand went to his shoulder right when he went to stand up. I quickly turned around and power walked to the book because I could feel the need radiating off of him. Blake was looking at me with a soft smile that had me smiling more. I quickly looked throught the pages until I stopped on the page that read. 'Broken souls.' I wouldve been confused if I hadnt passed soul breaker a few pages back. I rubbed my hand over the page and watched as a gold ribbon slowly came out of the book. The ribbon twirled around Blake in a graceful manner. The ribbon slowly attacted itself to his body. "I cant move." Blakes panicked tone had me praying that this was right.

But instead, he seemed way too calm and it scared her even more. She walked towards the door that reaches her caged room but instead her eyes caught something familiar laying on the sofa. Narrowing her eyes she walked near the massive sofa and grabbed the soft material which was extremely familiar to her. "This." She whispered looking at the red ribbon in her hand. It was hers. Fleur liked wearing ribbons instead of hair bands that's why she had three ribbons. And she lost this red one without realizing it. She tried finding it but to no avail. But now she knows why she couldn't find it. Her heartbeat accelerated even more realizing that all this time Gabriel had it. And what terrified her m

She gave Sabrina a smile and then out of thin air a thick, crumbling old book appeared in her hand. “Thank you priestess,” Sabrina muttered, and the young woman gave a nod and disappeared among the shelves again. “I asked the priestesses if they could find something about the blood bond a long time ago,” she continued. “And priestess Saskia finally found something in this book,” Asher and I glanced at the big old book and the bold golden letters printed on it. It was in Latin, so of course, we couldn’t read it. Sabrina flipped the pages and then halted at a bookmarked one, pointing to the tiny words.

As I move to the next page, there’s another entry with a different date, “I got everything I need, I must prepare. The witches and my subordinates are working to achieve the perfect potion. It’s almost a full moon, and I have to be ready to make one of my moves.” At the end of the entry, they wrote some Latin words and runes. The book didn’t give too much information about what’s happening or who the person is. I can’t understand why The Count gave me this book. But, by the looks, it seems he already read it. Is there something that I need to know from this book? Lost in the book, I didn’t notice when Raphael came in. “Raphael?” I said. “Sorry to disturb you, Prince Caspian, but there have b

It was, she decided, the most useful conversation she had had in this building, which said something she was not yet ready to fully articulate. When she finally closed the book and sat back, the amber light had shifted to its evening depth and the library had taken on a different quiet — deeper, heavier, the quiet of a space settling into night. She looked at the ribbon still on the table between them. She thought about a man who had read the same page for three hundred years, waiting for the theory to stop being theoretical. She thought about what it meant to carry that long a certainty without evidence. She picked up the ribbon and set it carefully inside the cover of the book, which was n

"Page seven is ready! The dressmaker sent the white silk ribbon samples for my flower basket!" Arthur chuckled, releasing Vivian slightly while keeping one arm wrapped securely around her waist. "Let me guess, Chief Director. The yellow ribbons were rejected?" "Yellow was for the cake on page five, Grandpa!" Emma said with serious pride, laying the binder open on the counter. "Page seven is for flower petals and silk ribbons!" Vivian dropped to one knee, looking at the neatly pasted silk swatches. "This silk is beautiful, Emma. You have brilliant taste."

Just a small card tucked under the ribbon with two words in clean handwriting. “For you.” I stood beside it for a moment. Then I pulled the ribbon and opened it. Inside — a folded cream envelope, thick with what I already knew was cash before I touched it. Besides, two items that had been selected with the specific knowledge of someone who had done their research. A perfume I had mentioned to nobody. A book I had been meaning to buy for three months and hadn’t because the cost was frivolous and frivolous wasn’t a category I had been able to access since before Elena got sick.