Shaken Book Novels & Stories

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

The conqueror had won by inventing a game where victory meant no one else had to lose. Dr. Sharma walked away, her notebook full of facts, her mind full of a silence that was not empty, but profound. She would write her book. It would be a book about a ghost who had haunted the world into waking up. And the ghost, she knew, would have hated every page. Which was, perhaps, the final proof that he had succeeded.

Five years had passed since then. In a cafe, I skillfully steamed some milk and handed a customer their latte. The sunlight outside the window was bright, and the sea breeze carried a salty scent. My name was now Elsa, and I was the owner of this shop. No one here knew I was once the pet of an Alpha. No one knew what I went through. The news on the TV was playing international financial news. "The Darkwind Group announced bankruptcy and restructuring today. According to sources, Kayden Booker, its former CEO, changed drastically after the scandal five years ago. He developed severe bipolar disorder and made frequent poor business decisions.

A computer sat in the corner of the desk and there was a bookshelf along the adjacent wall. It would have given off a professional vibe if not for how trashed it was. Papers were scattered and torn all over the surface and floor, making the floor look white and black, hiding the dark carpet underneath. The computer monitor was shattered and laying uselessly on its side with the mouse and keyboard completely yanked off and thrown over to the other side of the room. The books on the shelves joined the papers on the ground. The different colored covers set off a contrast to the overwhelming black and white, but left the shelves looking dull and empty with the bare wood exposed.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

It smelled of salt and something metallic. I reached out and touched the ridge of the thumb. It wasn't made of ink. It was soft. It was warm. It was **Alive**. "I see you," I whispered. Suddenly, the world began to shake. Not a "Scripted Earthquake," but the shaking of a book being dropped. The white sky turned into a blur of colors—a bedroom, a desk, a window with rain on it. I saw a giant face, blurred and distorted by the perspective, staring down at us with wide, terrified eyes.

My hands trembled as I opened the folder. Tucked inside was a faded photograph. The church, fifteen years ago. A picture of me and a little girl... but the face wasn't Sophia's. It was Isabella. The words on the back twisted in my gut like a knife: The one who really saved you was never Sophia. The memory hit me like a freight train. The rain, the fear, her small hand in mine. It was Isabella. It was always Isabella. "No... no, it can't be..." I collapsed onto the blood-stained floor.