Shiver Book Summary Novels & Stories

She gestured back to the book which was on the table behind her. "Who…. Or what are you?" Shira summoned up all the courage she could muster. "I am but a mere presence of the book, here to help you." She replied, in a cold cocky voice. "Think of me as a guide to the book." "Okay…" Shira gulped down hard, and took a short step forward, staring vigorously at the mysterious woman. Every fiber in her body told her she couldn't trust the woman but she ignored them all. "Can you help me read the book?"

"Never lose your dignity, even when you're poor and exhausted. Build your own future, and do not give in to temptations! You can do it! You can be the main character of your own story!" Connor then forwarded me surveillance footage from his company. It showed Julie waiting for a long time outside his company until he finally came out. She then walked up to him, only to twist her ankle in her high heel, tumbling straight into his arms. She immediately pulled away with her head held high, saying, "You'd better not think you can use money to get to me just because I'm Queenie's friend. You ought to know that even if we're poor, we still have our pride—we won't sell our dignity for money!"

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.

If I claim the shard now, will I truly survive as myself—or will Ashara rise in my place, leaving nothing of me behind? Ashara extended the shard toward me, its fire thrumming with impossible hunger, each pulse shaking the marrow of my bones. My body leaned forward against my will, drawn to it like a moth to a flame that promised both annihilation and rebirth. My fingers hovered inches away, trembling, the heat blistering the air between us. In that moment, I felt the shard choose—not her, not me, but something in between, something new and terrible. My breath caught as Ashara’s whisper coiled in my ear. “The moment you touch it, which of us survives?”

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

It was the last thing that belonged only to me. I sighed, tying the last trash bag together, and took a look around. The last floor was back in order and smelled good as new. With that completed, I took out the few bags of trash and placed all my cleaning supplies back into the closet to be used again tomorrow. I felt a small smile make its way on my face as I opened the door and left for my spot. Normally, I would be finishing my sophomore year of high school, but now I don’t get to finish, or even graduate. I wasn’t allowed to go to school anymore since I wasn’t a Shifter; I would never have a life beyond this. I missed learning, but I found there are so many things I can learn out here in

Shock and devastation coursed every fiber of my being threatening to consume me. The sacrifice I had made for these two suddenly burned in my chest. My hands kept trembling as I squeezed the edge of the doorway, my knuckles turning white under the weight of my emotions. Silently I stepped back, my footstep eerily soundless against the carpeted floor. I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me. Not now, I pressed my quivering lips together, suppressing the wrenching sobs that clawed at my throat. No, I would not break in front of them.

“Proceed. I may have an answer.” Nervously, I opened my mouth, then closed it. Looking down at my hands, I fidgeted with them. I couldn’t be certain how to bring it up without letting it known I had glanced at the sacred text in the primate temple. I was sure he would tell Elder Sanchez. He patiently waited for me to gather my thoughts. Lightly drumming his fingers on the desk. “Can you tell me about the last shifterless?” I blurted it out. There had to have been something that could be told to me about him.”

He needed to talk with Reap about something. Reap System: Your thoughts are correct. The "Shoreline" seems to be a place we have visited once before. It is a possible schism that connects to other dimensions that led it here. We need to head there soon. If it is getting ready to open, there might be something worthwhile for your specific cultivation.

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.