Shaken Book Novels & Stories

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

I sit, and pretend to read. Fuck, I'm holding the book upside down. Does she notice it? Does she notice my hands are slightly shaking?

155 Shania adjusted the stack of books in her arms as she stepped into the cozy library at the foundation’s headquarters. This had quickly become her favorite spot to retreat to, a quiet space where stories lived and dreams flourished. A part of her still marveled at how far things had come. The library was bustling with activity as kids and young adults flipped through pages of novels and textbooks. Shania watched a young girl named Tasha animatedly discuss a book with her peers, her shy demeanor replaced by an infectious enthusiasm.

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

The memory danced just out of reach, frustratingly elusive, but every thought of it sent waves of panic crashing over me. My hands shook as I tugged at my hair and pressed my face into my palms, as if I could somehow erase the shame with sheer force of will. But it was inescapable. It was everywhere—on every screen, in every comment, in every whispered voice I imagined behind me. Hours past, or maybe minutes. In this haze of shame, time had completely lost its meaning. My phone buzzed non-stop, vibrating with a flood of messages, notifications, and reminders of my supposed mistakes. I just couldn’t bring myself to respond. The thought of facing anyone felt unbearable.

The memoir she once swore she’d never write. Each keystroke was a heartbeat. Each sentence, a reclaiming. They said silence was survival. But silence was the weapon that killed me the slowest. Hours passed. The rain outside turned to a downpour, tapping against the glass like impatient fingers. But she kept writing. By the time dawn touched the horizon, Alina had twenty pages. Pages that bled truth, grief, strength — and hope. She saved the file, titled it “Shattered Promises — Draft 1.”

Elena's POV I had been inside the room for what looked like hours. If hours had passed, I had no idea. I wasn’t even with my phone, and the air in the room pressed down on me, thick and stale, every breath a struggle. My chest heaved, gasping like no matter how much I inhaled, it was never enough. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and I hugged my knees tighter, rocking slightly, fighting the rising panic. But who would do this to me? Was it Matthew? Had he seen me walk in with Andrew?

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“That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” “You’re—kidding...” I muttered in shock. “I wish.” Shania picked up the heavy, leather bound book and brushed off some lint or dust. “Do you know how much I’ve tried so hard to find this book over the years?” She wasn’t slurring now and must’ve sobered up. “All this time, it’s just right there outside.” “Wait, wait,” I said, still confused. I tapped the book with my index finger. “That can’t be. I’ve seen a witch’s bible before, in that store, too. This isn’t it.”

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.