Spinners Book Novels & Stories

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

Not that I have better resources for my research and human studies. “Alright, give me the good news first. Something positive sounds like paradise now,” he flops in the chair and spins around like a child. Honestly, I did that too. As a matter of fact, the first thirty minutes I spent in this library were wasted doing just that. I mean, who came up with the genial idea to create a spinning chair? Mind-blowing technology. “The spawn. It died before the child is born. That’s the good news.” I announce with pride and possibly a little happiness.

She makes her way to the next room and sees the door open ajar. About fifteen people were in the room, they're seated in a circle on the floor. Some lurking around. She sights Brooke seated beside Cole. She enters and is happy to see that no one notices her. She approaches Brooke and taps her shoulder. Brooke looks up from her position on the floor, grins, and pulls Stephanie down to sit beside her. "Yay! You're here. We're just starting," Brooke says. "Starting what?" Stephanie asks. "SPIN THE BOTTLE," Brooke replies grinning.

The ginger haired instructed. “Okay,” Augustus answered, turning to leave, “otay,” Evy repeated cutely, making the elder giggle. “Let’s go get your book, baby bun.” The brunette said as he retrieved the spare key, and walked up the flight of stairs towards Lucas’s apartment. He didn’t really think much of it at first, but as he unlocked the apartment door and stepped in, it made him suddenly realize, that he was in someone else’s personal space and that fact made him blush a little.

Old stories were told, not of conquest, but of the small kindnesses she had done, sheltering the lost, washing the feet of the sick, forgiving those who would have seen her dead. At midnight, lanterns rose into the sky, each carrying a message: We remember. We rise. She freed us. People sang softly as the stars blazed, the notes carrying not mourning, but gratitude. At the heart of the Spire, the Book of Endings remained sealed. But people came, day after day, to sit beside it. Some read the pages, tracing the faded words. Others brought their own stories, letters to loved ones, confessions of doubt, declarations of hope. Over the years, caretakers renamed it: The Book of Beginnings.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

These were bullet points that I wrote down for a test at the beginning of my training. Maybe I should give it to Eve so that she could get a decent essay. When I thought of the text, because she had shown me in the last lesson, I could only shake my head again. Sometimes I really wondered what was going on in my best friend's head. À la espionage. I would never get over that. I put my sticky note back on the page and flipped through the book to the index of tribal groups and subspecies. I flipped through the chapter page by page. Looked at the dates, the pictures and drawings until I got stuck with the picture of him .