She's Been Living On The Highest Shelf Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe I showed this ridiculous appearance out in the open! Even Harold who usually was reserved, was unable to hold his giggling down!” ‌ Then she turned around, looking at the place she was in. Her room, tastefully decorated in soft hues of lavender and cream, exuded an air of tranquility. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow upon the polished wooden floors. A plush armchair sat in one corner, beckoning her to relax and unwind. A collection of books adorned a shelf, waiting to transport her to different worlds with their pages. ‌

It was odd how the snow perfectly covered the right spots, like a snow queen. Without hesitation, I took a step up the stairs to find Walter's room, which wasn't technically his room. It was our med bay, where we healed when our own healing process couldn't heal us fast enough. I found myself at his door instantaneously and I could already smell her. She was so sweet, like a good intoxication. A delightful drug. Sherbet. I swallowed my nervousness; I was being foolish. I had never felt so uneasy to see a woman before. She was just another girl, wasn't she? Just almost dead, I guess that’s what made her special. She was dying.

And then she turned to me with an expression I hadn’t seen in years—genuine awe. “You live here?” I shrugged. “Technically… yes. With Damien.” Her mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. “Evelyn Hayes. You’ve officially outdone yourself.” “I mean, it’s no basement apartment with a broken sink and a raccoon roommate, but we make do.” She walked to the living room window and stared out, her reflection glowing faintly in the glass. “This is a level up,” she said softly. “Like, Beyoncé-level up. Like fairytale-level up.”

she asked holding her head and trying to recollect but her head was blank “Was I duped?” she asked aloud in feeling a little overwhelm at the thought of being played Her stomach grunts as she finds her way to the kitchen, it has been a long time since she eats something good and much, when she got to the kitchen more to her stomach big disappointment, there isn’t any food except a whole fridge of expensive wines Not giving on feeding her stomach, Shania try finding something else in the kitchen and she finds some big box at the end of the room corner, she reach out her hand to open it when someone interrupt her and grab her hand

The thing that scared her the most was to live dependent on Shawn, living a life where she could see the end at a glance. Thinking that she would live like this for the rest of her life, Gale would jump off without hesitation, even at the height of 10,000 meters. Was it not just a matter of closing your eyes! "Gale..." Aurum did not know what to say for a moment. "You should have had a great life."

And I'm glad I'm still alive for my girl. "You know what I'm scared of getting my memory back. I don't want it. I wanted to live my life just a Harry, not a Harry John Brooks, the name provides me the status and powers." All I need is to hold my girl into my arm, forever. "But I promise you, Quinn. I will take care of everything. So just trust me." I took both her hands and held with mine. "I trust you." She nodded her head and wiped her tears. Sheila's POV:

"Sure" I could sense she was feeling a little awkward, nervous even. I knew for a fact that this wasn't the sort of thing she was used to... waking up to a man on her couch, naked, let alone an employee. "So, last night was pretty fun. Who knew the boss was such a party girl?", I teased to ease the tension. She almost flinched at the mention of her title. "Hmm" "So that really wasn't your scene?" "A dark, stinking hole of a club in the dirty streets of NYC? No, I'm more of an uptown girl"

The sword stabbed right through the skull, ending merely five inches away from Shirley’s head. Shirley froze for a split second. Her grip loosened as she fell to the ground. It would seem that she had fainted… ‘Souls can faint too?’ This was out of Alex’s expectations. “Ahhhhh- No-” The woman’s soul struggled hard as she let out a painful and upsetting scream. As a legendary genius, she was able to summon the Moonrise Illusion. She was one of the very few people who could stand on the very top of a pyramid.

No one took photos. Every sound from before had vanished. I stood outside the glass and watched her huddled in the corner. December in New York. Ice water pouring from above. I knew exactly what that felt like. When the timer ended, I pressed the button again. The sprinklers stopped. Salina stumbled out, hair matted and tangled, soaked through, lips turning purple, every trace of her earlier arrogance washed away. She stood shivering before me, her voice too hoarse even to cry. I looked at her without expression.

Elena let out a sharp scream and dove under the blanket before bursting into tears. Everyone around us froze, stunned by what I had just done. "Are you out of your mind, Jasmine?" Miles snapped out of his shock and snatched the cameraman's camera with a hardened expression. "We're in public, and someone's filming here. How could you lift a young woman's skirt? You're unbelievable!" I shook the wedding shoe in my hand. "She tied the shoe to her waist and asked you guys to grab it. Wasn't she asking for someone to reach under? You couldn't do it, so I helped you. What's wrong with that?"