The Book Boundaries Novels & Stories

It was his turn to pace, "I see you still avoid mirrors, you know the sisters aren't here to punish you if you look into one." She chuckled, "I know. Habit I guess," and curses. "I see you still wear a rubber band on your left wrist. The sisters aren't here to pinish you either." He had a solemn smile on his handsome face as he slacked the elastic, it woke him from his nightmares when they become paralytic. "Habit I guess." They both shared a laugh. It felt like their hug, warm and comforting. "One year. I give you one year to do whatever it is you have to do. I know how demanding your coven can be." He said the last part with disgust. Jacob always blamed them for their separation.

As Tammy stood looking out the window from her bedroom - a serene oasis with plush furnishings, elegant decor and soothing colours screaming opulence and serenity - her heart pounded in her chest to see such a convoy trooping into her father's villa. She gripped the curtain by the window tightly, feeling her palms grow sweaty. In a frantic rush, Tammy went downstairs so she could see what was going on but the guests were in the study with her father and they spoke discreetly. She could hear a little of the conversation.

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My eyes were blazing, and I cursed under my breath. Staring at her as she tried to walk away, my chest puffed up. She glanced away, making another attempt to storm off, but I caught her wrist. “Let go of me,” she snapped, wriggling free roughly. With Damien staring at me with a taunting expression, I approached him instead, grabbing his collar roughly. “You motherfucking…” I trailed off, slamming his back against the rails. “What did I tell you about crossing your boundaries?” He pushed me off roughly, straightening his collar as he narrowed his eyes at me.

I took the book back and folded the page, I would need it just in case I had another dream. I then turned to the second book. The ancient word of the scribe, this was plain white and even with the years there were no stains to the cover or any blemish. It was almost as good as new, that was surprising. It was irrelevant anyway so I opened it, it had a different layout to the first book. There were no chapters set out or anything to lead me to specific places. I groaned in frustration, would I have to read the whole thing. I checked the first chapter, it was an introduction, a long note on the guidance the book would provide.

I started small. Pressing my hand to a candle flame, letting the warmth soak into my palm. No flare. But the wick flickered faster when I touched it. As if my power still whispered. Next, I pulled out an old book from the shelf in Kael’s office—Bloodlines & Boundaries. The name made me snort. Inside were maps, names, power charts. I studied every inch until I found one detail he must’ve missed: A gate. Not magical. Just old. Rusted. Forgotten.

I laughed. “Oh, sorry. I forgot. We never celebrate such a stupid anniversary anyway. “Besides, my birthday was long ago. I don’t have the habit of celebrating it later.” “Naomi…” Liam still had something to say, but I did not want to waste my breath on him anymore. “Just sign the papers,” I said and hung up. I also blocked the number. However, after I got off work the next day, I found two unwelcome guests at home.

my wolf grimaces uncomfortably. “You’re not wrong on that one,” I shudder, quickly flipping the page over. The further I delve into the book, the further deteriorations I can see to its neglected condition. I can’t help but notice the thread holding the book together has begun to fray, struggling to contain the historical accounts listed inside. Its layout subtly begins to shift the more I push on, gradually altering with each entry included allowing me to differentiate between the multiple rulers listed inside.