Shut Your Mouth Book Novels & Stories

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?" "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now?" "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book. "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about m

"Ah! Don't shut me off don't shut me off don't shut me off!" "Shen Xiu Jin" and "shut up" these six words, enough to drive her crazy, "Please, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't shut me down, please, don't shut me down, I don't dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare! "

She surveyed the entire area, looking for somebody. Her eyes were fixed on the doorway seemingly to see if Mrs. Shawty would pop out anytime. But when nobody showed up, she returned her gaze to murder me in that instant with an expression that seemed to twitch in slow motion. "Shut your..." she stopped, her voice fading. After a moment, she seemed to control her anger and snapped back, "mouth up.”

I got into my room and I put the whole thought of what happened behind my mind. I walked to my shelf, got the white magic book and opened it to the last place I stopped. I began to read more and just after some moment, I heard a knock on the door. "Mum is at your door?" My mummy said from outside. I got to the door and collected the food. "Won't you look at my face now?" she asked. "Or my daughter is still shy" She added and I locked the door and said. "Good night mummy" and she laughed..

ELLA “Will you shut up?!" The guard outside my cell shouted, his gruff tone pleading. “My ears fucking hurt from all your damned yapping!” "I’m not shutting up! Not until you listen to me," I shot back. I grabbed the steel bars as hard as I could and pulled, but they didn't budge one bit. "Just listen to me! And I'll stop talking!" The guard turned around and glared at me. "How about I cut your tiny tongue out of your mouth, huh?! Will you shut up then?!"

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

It does not work. “You shut me out,” he says, closing the door with his boot. “Again.” “I did not shut the pack out. I shut you out,” I say, and flip a page. “There is a difference.” He comes to the desk and plants his hands on the wood. “You do that when you want to ignore a problem. So here I am. In person. Harder to mute.” “I mute you because you talk too much in the morning.” “You would talk too much too if you had a mate like mine.” He tries to stay serious. The corner of his mouth gives up first.

‘So much for gym class! Giving up, Jake stopped heaving and set the book on his lap. “You show up in my life and now you can't open! And I’m talking to a...” He had hardly finished that statement when a low whirring sound filled the toilet followed by what Jake could see was fire. The book opened itself up, its pages flipping madly and at the very centre of it, a fountain of orange flames shot up about three feet in the air. ‘What the fuck!’ Jake quickly grabbed the book by the sides when a rapping came on the door.

"I've just got a really dumb mouth. That's what my mom used to say anyway. It runs when I don't want it to and trust me I'm not trying to keep talking I just can't stop when I start and then I always say something crazy and I end up kicking myself. Like now. Right, this moment I really want to shut up but I can't. It's a curse or a disease or something. Shit. Sorry. I'll shut up, I swear." My mouth twitched again and for the second time in a twenty-minute space, Six had almost made me grin. Almost. He was annoying as hell and I really wanted to smack some sense into him, but there was something about him that I couldn't shake. "Stop talking." "Yeah, good idea. Stop talking. I can do that." "

*Warning this book contains scene of violence, foul language, sexual content, adult situations that may be triggers to some, and is not suitable for all ages.* Shattered: Something was wrong. She knew it the instant she pushed the front door open to her home. The door, the way it moved was wrong. She stared at the yellow door as it swung back to her. Her mother had been going on about painting the door for weeks now and just had finally done it. The door swung back open, creaking as it did. Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed herself. She stepped inside the dark house. Her house was always warm and comforting. It was cold and the chill gave her instant goosebumps. She could hear t