The Book That Held Her Heart Novels & Stories

What about Phil and the promise I made to give him a chance? My mind was in turmoil to the point that I was getting a headache. I tried my best to not think of anything related to emotions and concentrate on what Mrs. Muncy was saying, which at the moment was our first assigned book. I couldn’t help but scoff at the irony as she held up “Pride and Prejudice”.

She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

Like something sacred had been sealed within its pages. She didn’t flip through it. Didn’t scan the dedication or reread the chapters. She just held it. A real, bound version of her pain and her power. Her truth. Owen arrived that evening to find her curled on the couch, the book clutched to her chest like something delicate and holy. “You ready?” he asked softly, crouching beside her. Sophia looked at him, her eyes a little misty, but not from sadness. From stillness.

She adjusted herself, as she brought out a small book from the pocket attached to her gown. Curiosity was no doubt in my mind, as I began to wonder what the book was all about. She opened my right hand, as she placed the book on it. My gaze flickered from the book to her, as she let out a sigh. “What is this, ma'am?” “It is a small diary containing everything that will help you win the heart of Ryan.” I felt my inside, suddenly having a fluttery feeling. Few tears dropped down my face, as I cleaned them with the back of my left palm. I was left astonished.

She hadn’t ordered anything. When she pulled the twine loose and peeled the paper back, her heart skipped. It was that book—the one she’d mentioned offhandedly during a rainy day a month ago while rambling about her favorite tropes and fantasy-worthy kiss scenes. The one she didn’t think he’d really been listening to. I mean they were bored and trapped in a cabin. Who would’ve thought he was actually listening. She traced her fingertips over the cover, stunned, heart fluttering like a caged bird. A soft smile pulled at her lips.

My hands trembled as I lowered the bow, my breath clouding the air in front of me. Then, my gaze fell to the ground where the moonlight caught on the object she had dropped. Slowly, I knelt, my fingers brushing the cold earth as I picked it up. The ring—her ring. The one she always twirled when she was nervous, anxious. The one she never took off. Either as a ring or necklace tied with an ugly dull string. I held it between my fingers, staring at the delicate band as it glinted in the dim light. My heart clenched in my chest. She had left it behind—left me behind.

He said and I smiled shyly " Remember that I bought something but didn't give you and said that I will give it when time comes? "I asked and he nodded " The time has come. "saying I show him the bracelets " give me your hand. "I told him and he did " today I'm taking your stolen heart and locking it with mine. "I said and make him wear the lock bracelet " and keeping the key of your heart. With me. "I said and wore the key bracelet in my hand

There was dust in the cloth and the smell of it was old, very old. When she removed the cloth, the book inside was a normal looking, with a dark red hard-bound cover with a picture of the full moon with some finer detailing. But somehow, I felt this iciness around my chest, like I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing. But I couldn’t help it either. “Here,” Daphne held out the book for me. “Do you wanna open it?” I nodded and took the book from her hand and placed it on my lap. It wasn’t big, but it was heavy and staying in contact with it made my heart heavier.

I swallow hard, feeling his heat through my back instead, and the way his muscly tattooed arm is still across my upper chest possessively. Spying my book laid out without guarding fingers, I snatch it from the counter, yank it against me, duck under his arm and run, but he only catches me around the shoulders with one arm again, almost instantly, and holds me tight,. His other hand prodding in to try and retrieve it childishly. “I hate you.” I sulk and cradle the book firmly against my breasts like a feral beast, wrapping both arms over it to protect it from falling into his devil hands once more, and turning away to shield it.

Who could it be…? “Just a minute Aunt Jeana I’ll be right there,” I quickly placed my camera on my bed, got ready, and went down. I figure of a girl sitting on the sofa is the first I saw when I went down. “Victoria?” I guessed and wait for the girl to turn her head. She turned as soon as she heard me talk, and yes I got it right it is Victoria. What is she doing here early in the morning? I suddenly realized if she arrived here a while ago, then… no, is my cover discovered?