Story From Book Novels & Stories

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

He read through it, then the second, then the third, and when he finished, he dropped the book and glanced at me. “It’s a nicely crafted storybook.” He answered, and I wanted to pull at my hair. “What?!” I exclaimed and rose to my feet. I didn’t know if he was making fun of me at this point or being serious. “A young wolf boy finds love. It’s a great story,” he answered, and if I didn’t know him, I would have said he was doing this to get under my skin. “That’s what the story I just read is about.” “It’s so much more than that. Either you didn’t read it or you’re just messing with me.” I yanked the last book from his hand and gathered the rest up.

Biting my lip, I reached down and pulled it out. “Just a few pages,” I murmured to myself. Settling back against the pillows, I flipped open the book and began to read. The story was surprisingly engaging—a story about forbidden love between a guy from the streets and a rich girl. Before I knew it, hours had passed, and I had devoured more than half the book. The detailed scenes sent a flush to my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, and the words on the page began to blur. Clutching the book to my chest, I drifted into a deep sleep.

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.

It feels good to be doing it again, this time the sun shining down on us. We aren’t hiding anything; we aren’t sneaking around, we’re just us. “I read the book,” I confess. My fingers play with the hair that spills down her back. “And?” “And I think that Our Story seems a lot like our story.” I think back to the night my mom handed me the book. I didn’t even make it past the dedication before having to take a break. The title and the dedication made everything click for me. “What makes you say that?” she asks.

he asked in an indifferent manner. I came in amazed by how huge actually this place was. There were books stacked on shelves, which were a few meters high, around five maybe. Books on several desks. Books piled everywhere on the floor. And more books near the fireplace. For all that was sacred sake, I would love to just spend the rest of my almost immortal life here. “Close your mouth or you’ll catch a fly.” He said clearly amused. ”Now, are you going to apologize or what?” “Why would I do that?” I instantly scoffed. Crossing my arms. I took a sit on the floor across from him.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

"The place where every unfinished story is abandoned." The room became still. The woman frowned. "A place can't move." "No," the First Reader replied quietly. "It isn't a place anymore." "It became... hungry." The bright point continued drifting across the map. Each line it consumed vanished forever. Adrian watched several glowing paths disappear. "What happens to those stories?" The White Book answered before anyone else could. Fresh words appeared across its pages. They are forgotten before they are ever imagined. A chill ran through the room. The boy slowly closed the nameless notebook.

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