Speak The Book Novels & Stories

What was it doing in that small cave? "Claire," My eyes brightened. It was the voice again. I licked my lips and spoke. "Who- what are you?" I asked. I flushed when I realized what I had just done. I had talk to a book. "This is ridiculous.." I muttered. As I closed the book shut, I heard the voice again. "I am your greatest desire," it cooed. I blinked. "What?" "You desire strength, don't you?" It replied. "I can give that to you."

he spoke loudly and whispered under his breath “The spark from your past has now become a raging fire that is going to engulf her.” ********* This is my news book, I hope you like it.

But they didn't make any word if read. "*yawn* Do you want to read a book?", a small spirit in the form of a sparrow appeared. "Yes, but who are you?", I asked it. It flew around the books, "I am the Magical books guard. Her Highness Mia, assigned me to protect these books. If you want to read any of them then you should solve the puzzle. When a person touches the book then its script will turn into a jumbled form of the languages that the person knows. The real script of the books is an ancient script that hardly anyone knows. Once a person solves the puzzle he can read the book in the script that he knows."

The kiss didn't last long, but it left me wanting more. "You look beautiful," Soren said in a husky voice. I just smile, despite everything, I still can't speak. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

The room fell into a stillness as everyone halted, their attention fixed on Mathias. "You claim to be an alpha, preaching about betrayal and the greater good of humanity. Yet, in truth, you embody the epitome of betrayal. Your love extends only to yourself. In fact, you are no true alpha..." Mathias began, his voice resolute, recounting the revelations contained within the book.

And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.

Impulsively, I booked the coin, desperate to see her face when she showed up. Less than an hour later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door with a stern face to find Eleanor standing there. "How could you stoop so low and continue doing this?" I demanded angrily. Eleanor met my gaze, her face emotionless but her eyes flashing with disdain. "Don't look at me like that, Shawn. What right do you have? You're just like all men—hypocrites! You told me to stop, but here you are, booking me again!"

You are the only one that can read this, if you don't believe ask someone and you will see. "Are you having trouble, you are looking kind of lost and pale." King Alexander said from above me. I stiffened as I read the last line. Don't read this outloud they can't read your mind. This book is more powerful than anyone nomatter the time. So don't read this outloud and you will keep every universe safe. Any thought about this book will be blocked. So dont be scared you will see.

She picked up the book and looked inside it. 'Thee who speak the language of the heavens, shall now be served an immortal drink' She heard the door unlock and turned back. Kirito stood and stared at Vivian as he dropped his phone from his hands. She kept the book on the bed and looked at him. There was plain silence for a while until finally he said: "Vivian..." - To be continued

Now your turn”. “I do not know how to call, or the names of the books I want to read”, I heard my voice, barely a whisper. He chuckled again, whilst my cheeks burned red. “You do not need to know any such detail. Simply think of what you wish to learn and what you need – the books will present themselves to you” he instructed. “You speak of them with care. As if they are .. alive????”, I looked at him puzzled. “They are. They magic within them maybe ancient, but it is alive” he said looking at the book, caressing its covers gently as if it was a child.