Silver Linings Playbook Novels & Stories

“You don’t look so good.” “I’m fine…” Lincoln leans forward to touch her forehead. “You’re not sick,” he mutters. “I just couldn’t sleep because of the history quiz,” Halsey lies. “I stayed up at night to read.” “You work way too hard!” He groans. “Are you gonna come and watch the game tonight?” Lincoln is going to play his first game that night and he’s very excited. He never played professionally before but the coach has been praising him a lot. Nelson selected him for the game that night which earned the ire of Nathan but Lincoln doesn’t care.

The Alpha says before he walks out the door. “I just want you to know this journey is a hard one, it will challenge you mentally and physically and I would love to have you on my team but I need you to talk to someone about what happened to you so you can heal. The way I found you was not pretty and no girl should have to endure that. Your mental space is what is going to hold you back, so I need you to work on that for me, okay?” he looks me straight in the eyes with a kind smile.

It was footage of Shawn and Nicole plotting against me on the school rooftop. Everyone's faces darkened except Rosie's, who seemed relieved that someone else might take the blame. I smirked knowingly as Xavier played one more voice recording. "Nicole, you're my best friend. You have to help me!"

Criticize her all you want, she’s guilty and she knows it. What kind of person abandons her family in pursuit of ambition? An idiot, now she knows. But that changes nothing, it only makes her feel more useless. Carla’s mood dampened as different thoughts twirled in her mind. Steve took one glance at her and noticed, “So…, what brings you to Everheights.” He asked, wanting to liven up the atmosphere. “What? I don’t have a right to come back?” Carla turned to him and fired unconsciously.

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

“You are under arrest,step away from the deceased and hold your hands out.” The instructions came, and tears pooled out of my eyes as I shut them close. Soon I was being lifted off the floor and my hands were chained behind me. The curse didn't die down, it became a chant. “DAWN CLIFFORD IS A MURDERER!” TWO MONTHS EARLIER Standing outside the enormous towering iron gate of AlphaBeta Academy carved with wolves, crowns, and ancient symbols that represented power and leadership. The gentle reminder of why I was here.

"I won't get in your way, I just wanna help." "Fine." "Chris, go home and stay with mom, I'll be back soon." "Okay, be safe." "Sure." "Here. Just in case, can you use a gun?" "Yeah." "Then take this, only use it if its necessary." "Okay." When we got to the library, what was happening was unbelievable. A man dressed in all black with his face covered like he was a ninja, was standing triumphantly with corpses -- citizens and police officers -- all over the floor and a bloody sword in his hands. Behind him, a muscular woman stood grinning wickedly her face, clothes and dagger stained with blood. The cops were trying to get them to surrender but their efforts were futile. I scanned the area lo

I thought she came to blame me for her father's death, however, my best friend declared that she knew I wouldn't do anything to harm get family. I got a little calm. Thankfully Avanti believes me, however, why can't Abhishek do the same.. Avanti promised to talk to her brother, but she left me feeling hopeful, I waited the whole day hoping Abhishek would come to see me, but Pinky visited me. "Hello, Javelin." She walks to my cell. "You! What do you want?" I got defensive. Pinky laughed and asked me to save my strength for what was about to happen to me.

it kills witches. Ignatius wheeled on her with eyes burning with anger and tears. "She's not a witch. She's the only reason we're alive. Now heal her!" Eline winced but nodded, fingers already in motion, singing softly as she drew a silver rune across Krishna's sternum. "She's clinging by threads," she whispered. "But she's fighting." "I know," Ignatius replied softly, smoothing a lock of hair back from Krishna's dripping forehead. "She always does."

But something caught her. When the forest went quiet again, they were all down. Scratched. Bruised. Terrified. Lydia stood in the center, breathing hard. Her hands—normal again. Her body—human again. By the time, Lydia was called to the principal’s office, the story had already spread. Amber's parents were waiting, livid. "This girl is a danger to everyone here!" Amber's father yelled. "She attacked my daughter! She should be expelled immediately!" Principal Sanchez shifted uncomfortably. The Millers weren't just parents. They were the school's primary financial sponsors. Their donations kept the football program running, funded new computer labs, basically kept Silverdale High afloat.