Special Book Novels & Stories

Celeste says she needs to talk to you. ‘Should we pack this stuff away?’ I need to do something to distract me from whatever is going on. She nods her head vigorously and stands quickly to her feet, tucking the piece of paper into her pocket. I have never seen so many books in any of the pack houses in all my life. I recognise them from my time at Celeste’s little cottage and feel a sense of longing to be back there, with her, away from all the stress and drama the last few days have bought upon us. ‘Hmm.’ This is one I haven’t seen before. I run my fingers along the spine of thick, black book. I jump in surprise when it is snatched quickly from my grasp. ‘Sorry. That one is very special.’ S

The kind of place where everyone knows everyone. "Why are we here?" I asked as we parked on the main street. "You will see." He led me to a small bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and an antique store. The sign above the door said 'Moonlight Books' and through the window I could see shelves packed with old volumes. "We are going to a bookstore?" "Not just any bookstore. This one specializes in supernatural history. I thought we could research your bloodline. Learn more about the Healer Alphas who came before you."

the blonde woman said, emphasizing on the word "special." "Does that mean that I am special?" Goodness asked the blonde woman. "Since the book has chosen you, who am I to say you are not special?" Pause! I think Goodness dream is a mystical fraud. How can you be deemed special because you opened a stupid book that has been untouched for years? Let me just finish his dream and leave it for you to decide what you want to believe and what you don't want to believe.

It was like we were in a museum. While we waited for Mang Bading, I took a look at the books that surrounded us. I saw some books that were written in other languages. And I don’t think that I saw anything that was familiar to me. It seemed that they were filled with knowledge about magic, healing, and herbalism.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

Special gave out a nonchalant look and with a weird smile she walked out of her and went to Jeiel who was now conscious. "Jeiel. she called trying to touch him but it moved backward. "I am Special from the underworld and am here to give that which you yearns for, she whispered grinning widely at him. "Now I want you to be good to me because I am your saviour and am here to help you, okay, she fluttered her eyes at him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on Jeiel. She watched the tiny memories of Jeiel and clicked past them like her gallery.

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

One of the women in black drops a pen on top. I took it looking at her, I signed the papers. The second woman opens up her brief case and it had tiny ring boxes in it. She picks them one by one showing me rare diamond and explaining them. " I don't care about that just give me the most expensive one here. " She presented it. " Well do you like it?" I asked Elizabeth. " That's it?" She asked. " Why? Is the diamond not big enough for you?" I asked her. "If it's big, the biggest in the world.