The Book Six Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 6 "𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑚𝑒?" ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

HE brought HIS words and commanded. “Well then serve me well and do your part in this grand chess game that I am playing against Him, but first, choose your book.” With a snap of HIS finger, the six worlds and books are presented, as the original and the truth is hidden from her, as she anticipated it and fully understands the reason why. She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book,”

“Don’t go into the fire!” June looked at Dante. Her heart was shattering, but she found a strange peace. This was her purpose. This was the final recipe. “I love you,” she whispered to Dante. “I won’t let you go,” Dante choked out, voice breaking. He reached for her, but the man in the white suit lifted a hand. An invisible force shoved Dante back. June walked to the glass wall and pressed her hand against it. The glass began to melt. “Wait!” Sarah Miller’s voice rang out. She’d spotted the golden books lining the wall, grabbed one, and was reading fast. “June, stop! He’s lying!”

I looked at Piercy. “Um… yes? Who is this?” “It’s Brett. There were seven rogues.”

Softened Storm. Six months since he had sent them away. Six long months since they had arrived in Dubai. Six months had passed since he had arranged for them to be taken to Dubai—his primary base, the one place where he knew everyone would remain safe under his protection, away from any unforeseen danger.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can