Step-by-step Books Novels & Stories

she said and caressed my face. That night, I ordered a customized notebook entitled '100 Steps to his Heart' and wrote all the things I have discovered about him on the internet. Of course, it wasn't enough and this was obviously not gonna be an easy journey. With the unexpected twist and turns of fate, I managed to be on the enemy's territory not knowing who the real enemy was. I realized it was too late to fight a losing game where a heart and a wrecked life was on the line. Unfortunately, I lost.

“Let’s do it.” Her ghostly form shimmered slightly as she gestured toward the book. “That’s the first step,” she said, her eyes locked on the leather-bound pages. “It's the basics but essential to understand what’s inside of you, know the power flows through your body.” she waved for me to step closer. I hesitated for a second, then walked over and grabbed the book, when I touched it, the pages shifted on their own. They flipped rapidly, as if searching for something, until they stopped on a detailed diagram of the human body.

The world shrank to sound, to breath, to the faint warmth of his hand brushing mine. The stepbrother’s voice echoed: “Step forward.” The crunch of gravel beneath my feet was loud in the silence. My heart pounded as I felt the ground slant, the edge drawing closer. Ian’s voice guided me. “Left foot. Slow. Good. Now right.” I mirrored his steps, clinging to his words. Every shift of the ground felt like the world tilting, ready to swallow me whole. “Stop,” he whispered suddenly, tugging my hand. “There’s loose rock. Step wide.”

I frowned as I drew closer, curious. “What are these?” I asked, lowering myself onto the floor beside the table. “This is step one,” he said simply, dropping into the armchair across from me. “If you’re serious about learning human language, we will start from the foundation. Children’s books.” I stared at the stack of books, bright covers with smiling cartoon animals stared back at me. It almost felt insulting to me, an adult, expected to sit like a child and sound out human words. It's fine I'm used to enduring humiliation at the hands of my pack.

He went on to tell the man that some of the last books he took from him was what helped him reach this point. “Really, nobody writes steps on how to live as a werewolf or how to make you transform. Every werewolf’s journey is a personal one. At first when you started giving me books, I was looking for steps. I thought there was a particular way to scale through that I’ve been missing all through my life.” Anthony said.

Those I had risked my life to protect, the family I had once cherished above all, all of them had betrayed me. This time, I would not make the same mistake. Richard stepped forward. Each stride was deliberate. His towering shadow fell over me, enveloping me. The air around us seemed to freeze. He did not say a word. He swung his hand with full force, slamming a harsh slap across my face. The slap sent me staggering, my lip tearing open, and blood flooding my mouth with a bitter, metallic taste.

Tyr took out the booklet from inside the drawer, confusion clear on his face. “Open it,” Leonardo coaxed. Tyr nodded and flipped open the booklet. There were many small figures drawn in it. Each one was exquisitely drawn and took very strange steps. Next to each of them were various insights and explanations recorded. “The Nine Steps to Disorientation?” Tyr’s expression sank. “What is recorded in this booklet is the Nine Steps to Disorientation that you just mentioned?” “That’s right.” Leonardo nodded. “I will now pass on the method of practicing the Nine Steps to Disorientation to you, Tyr Summers. You won’t refuse, will you?”

‘Step 1 - Non-sexual touches’ ‘Step 2 - Personal sexual touches’ ‘Step 3 - Mutual sexual touches with no intercourse ‘Step 4—Intercourse’ Her heart squeezed. “Steps…” she mumbled. Heath had devised steps for her. Drawn up a plan. Like a… pet project. A flush of heat, a very unpleasant one, flew up her skin. Rowena flipped to the next page, skimming down, picking out a word here and there: ‘masturbate’, ‘naked’, ‘sex’…

I added quickly, “For beginners.” “Cooking? You mean a recipe book?” “Not a recipe book.” I pressed my lips, trying to explain what I had in mind. “A book that teaches the basics, like techniques, equipment. One that can teach you from scratch.” He furrowed his brows, thinking for a moment before walking over to one of the bookshelves. He climbed onto a step stool, then pulled out one of the books from the very top shelf. He dusted the cover off with his hand, then blew on it before climbing back down and handing it to me.

NOAH I’ve always liked the way the Order keeps their workers in the loop when it comes to new and old cases. They send a new text everyday—updates about an old case, information on the new ones. Orderly. I liked it. Gets me in the mood for work instantly. Today, however, the familiar ping from my phone which notifies me of their text doesn’t send a thrill down my spine. In fact, I’m more than tempted to throw my phone across the room the moment I read the contents of said text.