Shaken Book Novels & Stories

I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor. I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here. “Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor. And then coming out of the revolving doors, Damian Knight. He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were

"No. I need to do this alone. But thank you for offering." We hung up, and I sat on my couch wondering what Mirabel had written. Knowing my sister, it was probably full of guilt and self-pity. But maybe, just maybe, there was something real in there too. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Anthony. "My father dissolved the partnership with Samuel today. It's official." I read the message twice, then typed back. "How is he taking it?" "Not well. But it's done." "And how are you taking it?"

♤ I had my shit together once. I was five. ♤ Phone in hand, my body felt like I was walking on air, yet fear was still taking over ninety-seven percent of my body. The other three percent? Alcohol. I've learned how to see who's present, know when things are about to go wrong, you get the idea. The typical's of a fucked up teenage girl... who also has been "trained" as a mafia princess for years in a horrid, traumatizing way.

I couldn’t breathe. My heart pounded wildly, my vision blurring. And then— A deep, unsettling tremor rumbled along the floor beneath me. The bookshelves quivered. Dust trickled down from the ceiling. The more I panicked, the worse it got. The ground shook and the windows rattled. Something inside me was responding to my fear— reacting to it. “No... stop... please stop—” My voice wavered, but it was too late. The library shuddered violently, a deafening crack splitting through the air as one of the shelves collapsed behind me.

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.

She said: “I don't have your cup at home, but I just saw it again. I 'll give this to you.” She smiled and said: “The purpose of this kind of book is to make readers sad after reading it. You fell into the trap.” I turned to look at her. After Shelby spread the word that Will was a partner, wouldn't she feel embarrassed to receive such a thing ? I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.” A feeling of not being able to catch her.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

AISHA The cold mud caked under my fingernails didn’t matter anymore. The rain pouring down on my shivering shoulders didn't matter either. Nothing mattered. Just an hour ago, I had crossed the pack border, thinking of nothing but survival. But then, reality crashed into me like a physical blow. Leo. Toby. My sweet, innocent little brothers. What was the point of running to save my own skin if I left them behind to face Mabel’s wrath? Mabel was a monster, and she knew they were my weakness.

“Laura… I… Can’t…Breathe.” “Crud, I’m SO sorry.” She finally released me but kept me in her arms just at arm’s length, looking me over. “I hate to say it Chicka, but you look good. Like, way good…” She trailed off while still inspecting me head to toe, I crossed my arms feeling a little unsure as to what was happening…almost forgetting the book I had in my hand, and for the first time since leaving the library I took the time to inspect what Mina had handed me. “Shifters” was the titled, I bit back a snort, real original title. The book was bound in old leather and the binding had seen better days, the pages stained in yellows and almost browns. Some of the pages seemed to be bent over with

When his breathing becomes ragged, clutching the book in his grasp, looking at me then back at the pages, before he drops the book on the floor. Starring at me in a daze, with a look of complete shock all over his face. I call out his name "Shawn" asking him " If he's okay" but he does not respond. He just keeps looking at me with the same shocked expression. I move from my chair, walking over to where he let go of the book. I reached down picking it up from the middle of the pages. The the book had perfectly landed with it still opened to the pages Shawn had been glancing upon a few seconds ago. As I go to flip the book over in my hand.