Novel & Cerita The Book Thief

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

She went back down the secret room tracing her steps back to what she tripped on on her first arrival. When she raised the lid, she realized her guess was right. It was indeed a metal vault embedded on the floor. Curiosity outweighed fear, and she’d pressed her thumb against the scanner. Click. Inside was a small leather-bound book wrapped tightly in a black cloth. She had unwrapped it. Inside was a hardcover book with a title clearly ascribed to the front in gold ink; The Book of Life and Death. Her breath caught, “What the hell?” She muttered underneath her breath.

The torture room smelled of sweat, blood, and silence. A man chained against the wall barely conscious. His face was swollen, one eye completely shut, lip split, ribs broken. Blood dripped from his nose steadily to the ground. He had been beaten, electrocuted, and cut. But he hadn’t spoken a single word. Massimo, Dante’s second-in-command, entered the room. “He’s a spy. We found him crossing the south border with a microchip. He swallowed it. It's obvious smeone sent him.”

"The man was wearing a tactical vest. He called Leo's dad, 'The Commander.'" Thorne looked up from the book, his eyes locking onto Theo’s. Behind the spectacles, Thorne’s eyes were no longer kind; they were the eyes of a wolf who had seen cities burn. "Thorne, what is it?" Mia asked, her voice trembling as she stood behind Theo. "What is written in this book is true right?” Mia probed further while Mia remained quiet at the corner. Thorne closed the book with a heavy thud. He reached out and pulled Finn into his lap, his grip firm and protective.

A ghost who was guiding my hand from beyond the grave. I picked up the book. It was an old copy of The Master and Margarita. My favorite. Our favorite. Of course. I ran my thumb over the embossed cover. This was it. The weapon. The key. I tucked the book and the letter into my jacket and walked out of the vault, my head high. I was halfway across the marble floor of the bank lobby when I saw him.

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

She let out a breath, shaking her head as she left the chair before pointing at me. “Let me break it down for you to understand. The bookshop you lockpicked— don't even fucking argue against that. I know for a FACT thai I locked it— and intruded on is MINE and it's on the other side of this room which I ALSO own because I own the entire BUILDING.” She huffed indignantly.

Everyone in Crowglade knows that my wife, Sophia Tuson, treats me and my son, Ashton Yates, as the apples of her eye. When I want to stargaze, she spends 100 million dollars to create an extravagant meteor shower for me. Ashton loves carousels, so she builds the biggest amusement park in the city and names it after him. She has never been stingy when it comes to showering us with love. When Ashton and I get into a car accident, Sophia hires a renowned medical team to save my life. Mustering what little strength I have left, I tell her to save Ashton first. Sophia's voice is thick with tears when she tells me that Ashton has already died of excessive bleeding on the way to the hospital. O

I walked towards the shelf and squatted. With a click sound, I opened the hidden drawer on the last shelf and dragged out a dusty blue book - The real ancient witch’s book. “You said the book was missing,” Athaliah sneered, impatience rolled off her in bouts. “I set a trap just in case Ithra had other things up her sleeve. I got her in here and dangled the bait in her eyes.” I cleared my throat. “Eventually, she fell for it. But that’s beside the point. I picked up the fake version of the book in the woods on my way from picking herbs. Someone got a little angry at the lack of results and burned a part of it.”

The pages turned themselves, faster, a blur of images: Elena, five years old, watching Javier sign the loan, her tiny hand on his sleeve. Sofia, hiding chemo bags in the restaurant’s freezer, tears in her eyes. Marco, twelve, hacking the city’s traffic lights to keep the power on. Me, proposing by the East River, lying when I said no more wagers. The book laughed, a sound that wasn’t sound but pressure, a weight on my heart. The alley shifted. The rubble became the Hamptons mansion’s marble floor, the smoke the gala’s chandeliers, the ash the warehouse’s crater. We were inside the book, the pages walls, the words chains.