Sula Books Novels & Stories

When the six birds were not on the table, Soheila waved her hands slightly and tons of thick books appeared on the table. "Books...?" Zachary asked. He was confused why would Soheila took out a lot of thick books. “Woah! What's with these books?” She asked as she chewed her gum. Soheila slapped the book that made a satisfying sound. "Yes, books.” Said Soheila as she gazed at them. Her chiastolite eyes' sparkled. The six birds were enticed Soheila's eyes. They could feel the seriousness just by looking at her brightened eyes.

Seraphina A few months later... Sera's heart thrums in her chest as she wanders along the busy street. Huge buildings sprout up all around her. They loom above, shadowing her in their massive wake. Her eyes dart across the numbers over the storefronts. Where is it? Her hand wraps around the vial dangling from her neck, and she continues to look around. People pass her without a second glance. She hears a few snickers or sighs as she ambles into their way.

Since Susan is still doing most of the luna’s work until Adron is dead. Every time I walked in here, my breath got taken away. It was beautiful. The smell of books was something I’ll never tire of. There was one book that really stood out to me. It was called The History of Vampire Behavior. Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read.

she told me when we used to talk about marriage and lust. We used to talk about everything. None of us had any shame with each other. “The books tell you how men pleasure you?” I asked. Sully read some books that Father would kill her if he saw her reading them. Those books were about romance and lust. The people in the books were not even married most of the time when they became physically intimate. I tried to read a bit, but felt odd, so I did not pick them up again. “And how you can pleasure men,” Sully said. “I know all about it. You can use your hand or your mouth to pleasure a man. And he can do the same to you.”

Selina feigns a greeting to Jason. She scours the area for any weapon that might be useful. Selina's weapons of choice are old rifles, rusted steel wire, and a pair of daggers. Thump! Selina inadvertently causes a book to tumble. She takes it in her hands and blows the dust off the cover. “I don't recall leaving behind a book here. Perhaps...” Selina wishes Jason Hayes had left the book behind before he died. Selina Maya Hayes, my pride and delight daughter, is the subject of this book.

I was a weapon that they happened to be sheltering behind. ​One evening, I found Sula sitting by the roots of the Tree. She was holding a small piece of solar glass, turning it over in her pale, cold hands. Her tattoos were gone, leaving her skin looking like marble. She had given everything to save the mountain, and yet she did not look bitter. ​“You look for him in the wind, Weaver,” Sula said, not looking up as I approached. “But the wind does not blow in the West. It only echoes.”

His eyes were dark, focused, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Sylvia hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant as if sifting through memories she’d rather not recall. When she finally spoke, her voice was somber, tinged with a hint of regret. “The Book of Enchantments,” she revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Mia stole it.”

Most times, it bordered on poverty. ''I understand. So, have you noticed or paid much attention to any book at all? Anything at all, no matter how trivial it is.'' Sylvia said. She knew she was snooping now, being nosey but she couldn't help it. Ever since she heard what Remus said, her curiosity had reached an all time high. ''I… i think there might be one i found quite odd.'' Jacinta said. Her eyes sparkled and Sylvia knew it had to be the book she was so interested in. It just had to be the one. There was no doubt that anyone who came across that book would remain the same, that book just had a way of turning any human reasoning into mush.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

S, Sylvia. The note was new, the ink clear. This was a book Linus had been consulting recently. That meant Sylvia's note was kept in a book he touched almost every day. I held that thin piece of paper and started shaking. It was more lethal than any flirtatious message. Because it lived in the very centre of Linus's inner world, the place that symbolised his reason and intellect. Sylvia's thanks were so refined, so perfectly aligned with his values. This was something I had never given him. What I brought him were emotional storms, physical entanglements, and endless trouble.