Novel & Cerita The Book Thief Part 1 Summary

“Do you remember where the key is? It has to be connected to something. Let’s start there.” I moved over to my desk where I hid the key inside the dairy Aunt Eloise had gifted me. I went still. My body went cold as I flipped the book upside down. I could barely control the shaking of my hands, flipping the book over again, and again. It was empty. My blood boiled, someone had gone through my things. “It’s gone.”

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

My eyes peered at this one book, it was a storybook about the dreamscape, and as I scanned through the introduction…there were walkers on it. Excitedly, I went out of the restricted area before bringing the book to my post. Luckily, no one noticed my disappearance. To be continued…

The cloaked figures had chanted in a circle before biting into the neck of the girls that had been standing in the middle. Maybe this was the answer to all the questions that I’ve had since I stepped into the Academy. I was about to flip the page when I felt heat at my back again and I knew the fire figure was around. I quickly closed the book and put it under my shirt before running for the shelf, pressing my back to it and plunging into the now familiar darkness. When I was back to the main library I straightened up and made sure the book was safely tucked under my shirt. I walked out, making straight for the door and didn’t even stop when the old librarian called my name.

Ignoring Nero who's following her. Elise found Alicia at the center part of the library. Elise smiled to see her but stopped in the middle. The back of the man standing next to Alicia is familiar. A vivid memory of Elise entering the room and eating cookies flashes to her instantly. Her heartbeat becomes abnormal and her body tremble unconsciously. Elise recalled the smell of blood. "Duke Molten" END OF CHAPTER 12…

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE🎀 Panic instantly ripped through the library. The quiet readers who had been scattered among the tables began to scramble in terror, their hushed whispers turning into desperate cries as the thieves took over. To assert their dominance, the men began violently flipping the heavy wooden tables upside down. They tore priceless, ancient books straight from the shelves, tossing them onto the floor and carelessly stepping on them with their muddy boots. Zayla’s eyes widened in absolute shock at the wanton destruction. She quickly whipped her head to look at Asher, expecting a sudden outburst, but he didn't have a single reaction. He stood there like a statue o

I try for my words to sound Stern but even I could hear the uncertainty drenched into my voice. “Of course.” Victor nodded as he approach me before leaning in closer. “If this was anyone else you would not have gotten away with this.” He whisper into my ear as I pass him. I figured that would be the case, but I was never one hundred percent certain; I couldn’t believe that he would let it go so far. Even with the death of his only son, until now. I had my suspicion before but I wasn’t in any position to ask questions. I grew up in this house. I learnt everything I know by slipping through these halls as a kid. I heard things for god-sake. I delivered those checks to the children’s home every

With this book, Bia first learned about her parent's history. She would spend hours in the afternoon lying on the wooden floor of her room on the boat just reading the book. It was a huge book made entirely of dark leather. There was nothing on the cover, just the leather, so that a thief would not think it was valuable. But if you dared to open the book the first words you would read were "treasure book". The first time Bia opened the book she did not know what treasure means so she did not got from the first page before letting the book aside and going back to play.

I didn't even know how I did it, but suddenly, I was in front of him. It was like the roads bent to help me, like they wanted me to catch him. Maybe that old lady had been robbed a lot, and she already knew the shortcut because she'd pointed earlier, showing me a direction. The thief was still looking back when he collided with me. I stretched my leg out, tripping him. He fell, hard, and the bag dropped. I quickly picked it up. But when I turned around to retrace my steps, I realized… I had no idea where I'd come from. I was lost again.