Novel & Cerita Shaken Book

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

“I’ve always hoped to learn what lies on those pages and make sure my fears are unfounded.” Right then, a shaking sound rose in volume as the very tables began to noticeably shake. Even the overhead pendant lamp and lace curtains shook. The timing was too convenient. It must have been in response. Shayla ordered Dale, their cameraman, to film the Inn’s response. Greta wasn’t sure whether this reaction was positive or negative. It really didn’t matter whether the spirits wanted the truth known. “Well, we still have the language within the journals to translate.” The shaking ran the gambit of the room as if an unseen person moved through attacking various objects and furniture. The Dale filmed

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

She could destroy anything with a single scream of frustration. Walking along the shelves, my fingers run along the books when I see a book that seems to be calling to me. Moving towards it, I pick it up and turn the pages, just scanning the contents when the pages move on their own, stopping on a page. Reading the contents of the page, my beast snarls in my head. “Don’t you fucking dare do this Fen!” I shake my head with a sigh. Closing the book, it opens again to the page I was looking at.

Shawn whispered slightly as he looked left and right but not at me. It seems he thought I hadn’t heard him. I walked up to him and patted his back gently before I stretched my hand towards him. “Let me see what you’ve got there O’Hara.” I said and he nodded before he timidly gave me his book. Shawn O’Hara suffered from social anxiety and that came from an excessively sheltered and overprotective life. Apparently Shawn used to live in Europe with his parents but they had transformed him into a money making machine among popular men because of his divination gift and his aunt, Candice rescued him to give him a normal life.

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Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Jared's study has a nine vast bookshelf, astonishing, there are various types of books, and just like the library, there are classified labels. Scarlet walked forward and backward with one hand on her jawline. In any case, it's still not sleep time. She smiled like a little cat and moved one hand to and fro on the bookshelf. Suddenly, a dim brown bookcase on the shelf grabbed her eye. Scarlet brought down the book, her eyes brimming with curiosity. A book without a title. Also no profile, nothing. It looks like a naval force brown shell. Scarlet couldn't move her eyes from the book, the book seemed to have sorcery power, inciting her to get it.

Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis. She was in front of her computer preparing a file for the company she worked for. It was a bit stressful with all the paperwork, so she wanted to chat with her favorite painkiller, just to relax. "Tell you what, I finished the book you recommended last time. It was a bit sad at the end, but I loved the heroine's story. I think I'll put myself in her shoes for the next few days. From now on, call me Captain Black, the professional avenger." "Ha ha ha... I do have a better book for you that will fit your role as a witch."