Scatterbrained Book Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't want to have breakfast for fear of running into Darick. The door creaked as I turned the knob and entered the library. Dust particles still floated in the air, and I could barely see with the dimly lit chancellors. I walked down the aisles, holding my nose as the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I skimmed my fingers over the hardback books. Hmm, ‘Chronicles of the Blood Brothers.’ No, I don't want to read about the Blood Brothers' history. What's this? ‘Understanding your Supernatural Abilities.’

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

Yet, almost three textbooks have already been disposed of in the corner, insightful but useless to Z’s situation. One rainy night, she came across a tattered book in the pile of books she ought to read. It was the first book the librarian gave her but owing to its old look and almost ruined cover, she neglected it and decided to have a look at those with an eye-catching cover. Now that she looked at it again, she felt a certain spark of magic twinkling from it. She traced the pattern embossed on the cover, thinking that it would have been better to see it freshly printed. From the stains and dirt blurring the illustration of an eye pierced by an arrow, she’d seen the words, ‘Scars: Magic Unk

JERICHO I scrubbed a hand down my face, scratching the stubble coating my jaw as my eyes skimmed over lines and lines of unintelligible scrawl. If the book wasn't written in a code I couldn't crack, it was also written in scrawl only a doctor could probably decipher. Then it hit me.

CHAPTER 13 The Encrypted Cipher Adrian POV The blue glare of the monitor painted the walls of my study in a sickly, bruised shade, matching the dull,deep relentless pulse behind my temples. For three days, sleep had been nothing more than a whisper,i dont sleep at night anymore,a distant luxury traded away for the desperate hunt through lines of corrupted code and corrupted metadata. Every keystroke felt like walking across broken glass, the weight of a looming disaster pressing down on my chest until drawing a full breath became a conscious effort.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Lauren follows him, and I turn on my heel and sprint after them. We head to one of the tables filled with drinks. “I seriously don’t understand why Papa allows them to come to the festivals. Look at them, so filthy.” I don’t need to look to know who said that. Bryn, one of the twins. She and Miles are the youngest of the Alpha family. She’s just like her older brothers, but Miles isn’t. He’s always buried in a book and never bothers me or any of the Omegas. But Bryn? She’s a snob who thinks she’s better than everyone and goes out of her way to make sure we know it.

“Mr. Jake delivered a million-dollar jewelry gift to Miss Morgan’s residence, but it was returned untouched.” “Mr. Jake tried to engineer a ‘romantic encounter’ in a restaurant, but Miss Morgan left immediately.” Each report was like a tiny needle, stabbing at Dean’s heart. In lectures, his mind would drift. At meals, Morgan’s cold eyes appeared in his vision. Even on dates with Hazel, he found himself distracted by hearing about Jake’s failures and, embarrassingly, even felt a faint, secret thrill he did not fully recognize in himself. However, that was immediately followed by deeper irritation and an unexplainable panic.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."