Take My Hand Book Novels & Stories

said Monica softly as she handed the book over to Darryl. What was this? A secret martial arts manual? Darryl received the book in excitement. On the yellowing cover were two bold and simple words ‘Shadow Skills’. Shadow Skills? This book had quite an interesting title. Could it be another unique secret manual like Ascension of the Nine Dragons?

Picking it up, I held it on the palm of my hand. “Hold up your hand, Logan. Like this.” I raised my right hand, fingers together with my palm facing toward Logan, just like it was done in court. His eyes, flickering with a mix of perplexity and intrigue, met mine. “What is this? What are you doing?” “Just follow my lead,” I persisted, feeling the edges of the worn-out book under my fingers. Reluctantly, his hand lifted, and I silently took his other hand and placed it on top of the book. Our eyes met, his gaze slowly filling with recognition as mine remained steadfast.

“They are messing with me. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.” I snort and hold my hand out to the side. My beta steps forward and puts an old, discolored document in my hand, with a yellow tab on one page sticking out. “Well, I see your memory is going then.” I look down at the document and flip it to the tabbed page. Folding it back, I slam the document on the table and point to a highlighted paragraph. “Do you need me to read it to you, or can you read it aloud for everyone to hear?”

Closing the book in his hand with a loud thud, he handed it over to me, motioning me to take it from his grip. "Here." I reached out for the slightly bulky book in his hand. In my attempt to reach it, our fingers brushed lightly. I felt something and I jolted back, taking the book along with me. The look on his face confirmed he'd felt it too. Thank goodness I'd taken the book with me. I wasn't looking forward to feel whatever that was again. He cleared his throat before going on. " Since you don't have a favorite genre, these are the classics." His hands found their way into his pockets. "You're bound to find one that you like.'

“I hope we can move forward… maturely. Mistakes were made, I’ll admit, but this is bigger than us now.” “You sound like a dying cat,” Gazier quipped, barely suppressing a grin. Evee masked her laughter with a forced cough. Hound ignored the banter, pulling a thin book from his jacket and placing it on the table. The book was dense with words, its cover plain and unassuming. “Everything you need to know is here,” he said. “Each copy is tailored to your role. The events described will occur within the next twelve months, but only if you follow the instructions precisely. Any deviation will render all the books useless.”

Then, slowly, he extends his hand. "Deal." I take it, shaking firmly, sealing my fate.

I'd die of embarrassment before either of them could kill me themselves. "I can't." I told him honestly, looking as downcast as I felt. He sighed, reaching into his desk drawer. He rummaged through it, trying to find something in particular. He pulled out a little book that said How To Ask For Help 101. He held it out for me to take. "This is for you." "Seriously?" I made a face at the title. "Give it a chance, there might be something inside that could help you." He pushed the book into my hand, making me frown.

to the sound of a maid's piercing scream from upstairs. "Sir! It's the missus... she's..." I took the stairs three at a time. The scene in our bedroom was a nightmare. A horrifying amount of blood soaked the white sheets. "Isabella!" I roared, tearing the room apart. "Where is she?" "We can't find her, sir!" the maid cried. "There's just the blood, and... and this..." She handed me a document. Divorce papers. Signed. My hands trembled as I opened the folder.

He simply took it all in silence. One night, after yet another failed session, pain ripped through my arm as my right hand trembled uncontrollably. I grabbed a metal brace and hurled it against the wall. Marco entered as he always did. However, this time, he didn't move to clean up. He stopped behind me. For the first time, he spoke. "Ms. Corsini, a truly powerful hand is meant to sign orders, not shuffle cards." Those words cut through my confusion and self-pity in an instant.

“Here.” “What’s this?” she asked, already annoyed again. She knew exactly what it was, but she refused to admit it. “It’s the company handbook. Everything you need to know is in there. You need to memorize all of it, okay?” he said casually. “Are you crazy—” But he was already walking out the door, too busy to answer. “Handsome but so arrogant. Tss!” she muttered. She opened the booklet and started flipping through the pages. She wanted to scream—over fifty pages she had to memorize. Were they all out of their minds?