Shaken Book Novels & Stories

she was starting to worry. He pulled back to look at her, he shook his head. "Tell me what you're feeling," she was concerned. He drew a long breath, his jaw clenched, he shook his head. He was vulnerable, she was seeing a different side of him, he loosened his grip, he didn't realize he was holding her too tightly.

As I started grabbing all the books I needed for the first four periods, I freeze, my brain registering Jackie's next words. "London Morse!" London Morse?! "Yes!" Jackie exclaims, bringing me to the realization that I thought out loud. I pivot on my heels and grab her shoulders excitedly, "Like the guitarist from Crash Course Rebellion, London Morse? London Morse that went to this very school London Morse?!" Jackie nods quickly and I feel my heart stop in my chest. London Morse is by far one of the most handsome men to ever grace this planet we call Earth but above all he is so talented and so cool.

All it took was some kind words to get this book to where it is now and that's why I keep on saying, I LOVE Y'ALL I know that I once completed this book before having written only twenty chapters but y'all still stayed for more when I decided to prolong it and that meant a lot I can't believe we've come this far and it's all thanks to all of you The book is now almost coming to an end Will Andrea finally get her wish to be unshattered or will it all end up with her being shattered instead. Stay tuned to find out . Once again, I love y'all 🥲💞💞😩

It isn’t until Kella directs us into the library, sniffing down the multiple rows of books until, there, on the bottom shelf, we find a book that has very little dust on it. Leana picks it up and opens it, something falling out. I reach down to pick it up when I hear her gasp. I stand and look at her. She turns the book to me and smiles. “V,” she says, showing me the black V colored on the page of the book. I show her what I picked up off the floor. “Map,” I say, just as excited as she is.

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

Standing in the wind, he looked disheveled and broken, as if he'd aged a decade overnight. Meanwhile, in the Shaw Mansion, Kimberly was happily tending to the flowers that Elmer had meticulously cultivated.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

“The most dangerous enemy is not the one who destroys your story. It is the one who believes your story already belongs to them.” 🌌 The library trembled. Books fell from endless shelves. Pages tore themselves apart. Entire stories flickered between existence and oblivion. 📖⚡📖 At the center of the chaos stood the shadow. Silent. Motionless. Watching. ⸻ The Writer. ✍️🖤 ⸻ For the first time since reality began…

“Maybe it’s one of those books that only appears under certain lighting.” I blinked my eyes rapidly. “… Seriously?” “Try it!” She clapped her hands together while she continued to bounce up and down. At this point I was willing to try anything. I lifted the journal toward one of the overhead lights. Nothing. I turned it sideways. Still nothing. I tilted it every direction imaginable. Nothing changed. “Maybe shake it,” she said as she stared at the journal and shook her body. I stared at Lyra. “You think words are going to fall out?”

FREYA POV I didn't wait to answer Gladys, I just took a U turn out of the store and ran, I pushed through the glass doors of the store and ran. "Freya! Wait! What’s wrong?" Gladys shouted from behind me, but her voice was just background noise right now. I reached the car and fumbled with the keys. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely hit the unlock button. It wasn't because I was sad, maybe I’m shocked…Yes..It was a deep shock, so deep I didn't have a word for it.