See What I've Done Book Novels & Stories

I nodded to myself, "this is a very beautiful house Vee.. and I noticed the kitchen counter and some low corners are childproof..." She scratched her head and turned around, "yep..." "Vee.. I'm visiting mom and Barbie tomorrow.." "Alright..." I sighed, things were still a bit awkward even now.. So I decided to try and finish my book. I took my laptop and went to sit in the kitchen... Then I started getting lost in my life.. my past... now, my father was dead and I was with Vee. I needed to fix a few shit on some previous chapters. Before I knew it, Vee put a plate next to me, "hey... here's food..."

She snuggled her face against my neck "I love you, babe." And this is the finale because you already know what we did that summer. -Fin

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

I can't allow myself to get lazy I changed into a pair of trousers and a sweat shirt I went to the bookshelf on the wall of my room I held one of the books and then drag it down a bit I returned the book back to its original position as I took a step backward Immediately the shelf began sliding upwards I watched flatly as the bookshelf revealed and indoor gym Yes I do have a gym in my room but it's only for me and for also..... I strolled into the gym and surprisingly I met Red already there

There was an attachment to the message. I clicked it open and stared in shock at the book. I have seen this book countless times in my mother’s room but I had no idea what it was. “WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH IT?” “THERE IS SOMETHING THAT WILL HELP YOU GET YOUR ANSWERS AND STOP DOUBTING.”

After calling me several times, Ian finally got my attention. He stood on tiptoes, trying to see the book's contents. "What's it about?" "Finance," I replied automatically. I'd grabbed the book randomly and hadn't even looked at it. After standing in one position for over an hour, my legs and neck were stiff. I closed the book and stretched. "Collector's Guide to Jewelry and Precious Stones." Ian read the cover as I closed it. I: ...

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

"Why didn't you tell me?" Josh pretended that it didn't matter and gave me an easy smile. "You were busy. I didn't want to bother you." But he wasn't worried about bothering me when he called about making the fruit wine for Natalie? I didn't ask him that question, because I knew he had a hundred excuses ready. I turned away, but my head spun and my vision dimmed as I felt blood rushing into my head. I hadn't eaten because of my motion sickness, and my blood sugar had dropped.

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.