Sloth Reading A Book Novels & Stories

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

“Roger.” After several instructions were given to each of them, they moved independently to clear out the nest. They did not rest and did not need it. Rain was surprised that they didn’t need it. Especially Matthew who should’ve expended a lot of astra, but he said he was ready to go. Rain let it be. ….. Potolo was sitting on the floor, reading a book. The book was written in elven language and Potolo was able to read it. It was a bit old and the pages had turned yellow in colour but it was well preserved. The title was: The King of Crafting.

His hand trembled as he knelt, dipping his fingers into the icy water. A shock traveled up his arm, his heart jolting. The river whispered low, haunting, like a thousand voices speaking at once. He gasped, jerking his hand back, but not before he saw it. A shape beneath the water. A book. Black, pulsing faintly with veins of crimson, as though it breathed. Elowen's breath caught, her eyes wide with awe and fear. "The book…" Jackson stumbled forward, peering over Donato's shoulder. "Is that really it? Just lying there?"

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

The scent of burning sage lingered in the air, mingling with the faint musk of leather and old parchment. Inside the library, Kelda carefully turned the brittle pages of an ancient tome, her fingers tracing the faint Norse etchings. The firelight from the hearth flickered against the towering bookshelves, casting moving shadows across the worn wooden floor.

Sally's POV He smiled back and faced the last rays of the sunset setting on the horizon. I couldn't help but look around until it fell into his left hand. He was holding something, a book. "What do you have there?" My eyes remained glued to his hand. He lifted the book between us. “Oh, this? Just a book I started reading again, recommended by Athena.” Despite the seriousness in the air, I still laughed. “A book recommended by Athena?” I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes. “Please don't tell me this is a werewolf novel or a vampire romance novel.”

A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf. Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism. Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names slowly appeared on the page after it was wet.

It wa​s h‍ard to read h​im in the d​im li‌ght. "This is not​ a common random outi‌n​g, Sloane.‍ I told you.‍ I'm showing you somethin‍g." "Oka‌y, mysteri⁠ous. Fine,"‍ I said, crossing m‌y​ a‍rms ove​r my chest to ward off t‍he chill. Th​e‍ concrete col‌d was seepi‍ng through t​he soles o‍f my sneakers, m‍ak⁠ing my toes curl. "⁠So​ what are w‍e taking? A magi​c carpet? A sto‌len bike‍?"