Spirited Away 2 Book Novels & Stories

The human spirit or soul has a special library which is very far from the angelic library. Rail looked one by one from bottom to top using his wings. Rail was very confused, there were too many books that made him confused which book to choose on the shelf. There's a lot of talk about humans on library bookshelves. "Aah, why are there so many books? So confused which one to read?" Rail tried to take one book among the rows of books that were neatly arranged.

This horrific realization plunges my entire spirit into a deep, bottomless despair, and I break down into a flood of pathetic tears. Chika, on the other hand, is absolutely seething over being involuntarily dragged into the middle of my failed plot. My loud, wet sobs only seem to intensify the lethal irritation radiating from his bound frame. In a sudden burst of pure frustration, Chika launches his torso sideways, his hard forehead bumping against my skull with a loud smack as his muffled throat barks, "Shut up!"

Just mentally… disturbed. “I have to get going now,” Wade said and before Max said anything else, Wade on his way, strutting like a horse and shaking his head so furiously Max feared it'll fall off. When Wade was gone, he looked around him. His bags were intact. Good. “Odd,” he whispered to himself as he reached to the ground and slung his bag over his shoulder. As he walked to the hostels which had become a little less misty than they were before, he felt angry.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

I hope you will stick around for Book 2. Thank you so much for the read❤️ Farewell until next time, my Lovelies ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Later that morning, the temptation and the crazy thoughts were gone and I could only pray that they’d never return. Author Note: Dear gentle readers, this author can hardly believe that Book 2 of TTWA series is now officially completed! How are you all doing? If there is a third book called Mad Witch, will you read it? Once again, this author would like to thank everyone for their supports to his stories especially the A.R. WereWorld series! Have a splendid day!

All around Diana and Rudolph were books littered all over the place. In Diana's hand was a book titled, 'Soul Travel' while Rudolph had 'The Demonstration' in his hands. They had skimmed through so many books that not much was left. Diana was currently on a page about a wolf spirit, travelling to the in-between world to retrieve the soul of the human. Diana had been stuck on that chapter for a long time, trying to connect it to her case. The procedure would need an Oracle but all Werewolf Oracles were killed in the Reviving.

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate