Seventh Sense Book Novels & Stories

God, just the sight of his cock, remembering all the things it made me feel last time, has a shiver racing through my body. I reach the bed, climb onto it, lie on my back, and watch him come toward me. His eyes roam up and down my body until he's crawling onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me, his eyes staring into mine. His eyes alone are like some type of sex, like they enter me and never let go, grabbing me to him until he's ready to let me go, until he's ready to look away. Because his gaze makes me feel like it's wrong to look away first.

I had already removed her from my life. However, hearing that request, something in me still stirred. Not out of love or even hatred. More like the need to close the book on something absurd. You had to witness some endings with your own eyes.

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.

It is barbaric. Silently, I wonder if our Goddess feels their pain. Feels the sins of her people each time they decide to take fate into their own hands. I force my eyes open, not ready to smell the scent of burning flesh. Goosebumps prickle my skin at what I was about to witness, and a cold chill crept down the length of my spine. Ignoring the nauseating feeling, I head in the direction of the Priest’s office. Dusty books line the built in bookcase along the far wall. Everything abandoned, just as the church had been. Pulling the sixth book, I hear the wall click to the left of me.

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

As soon as she got into the back seat, she felt an unprecedented pressure, as if the temperature in the car had risen to a few degrees below 0, and her body could not help but feel scared. With his long legs curving, he sat down beside William leisurely. William, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of starry eyes. However, when he turned his eyes, the starlight was covered by the Black Mist, and his eyes could no longer see any emotions or waves. "What can I do for you, Mr. Seventh master?" asked Sean anxiously. He didn't want to waste too much time on Mary Kinson.

It was only an inch, but it lifted. This was proof. My mouth fell open as I focused all my attention on the coin. It stayed right there in the air for over thirty seconds. The moment I took my attention away from the coin, it fell down hard on the table. I stared at the coin for a second in silence before bursting into laughter. I had never felt so proud and so happy before in my life. I had heard rumors of people awakening abilities on the same day the zombies became a thing, but I hadn’t believed it until the very end.

Despite of the murky view, I could sense some stuffs that were scattered on the ground: books, magazines, throwpillows, and some seems pieces of broken glasses. What's with the lights anyway? You're here yet you're not turning them on. I grope for the light switch as I try harder to see in the dark. Where are you even? And how come I chose to keep my uneasiness to myself? Did you, perhaps, made me do that on purpose? Is that to keep your plan as you wanted it to be? "Deron?" I called as the light flashed bright to the whole room. The place is indeed messy. My brows met again.

Then: “You forgot.” “He made you forget.” “Do not say his name aloud.” We stared. “What does it mean?” Nyx whispered. Mia flipped the page. More ink appeared: “The Seventh is not made of what you are.” “The Seventh is made of what you lost.” Nyx’s POV I reached for the book. But as soon as I touched it— Gone. The pedestal was empty. The ink vanished. The pages unwrote themselves. And I didn’t remember why we were in the library.

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.