The Fix Book Novels & Stories

Ames came back to the outer table at half past one with the two of them in separate covers, which is the only way I would have let either one onto the wood. One held a certified copy of the old repair request, the job number on the flap. The other held a certified extract of a single post-book page, its own envelope, its own line of custody down the side. Both source originals remained in their own keeping — the building-repair record and the old post book, each down its own chain — and neither came to this table. He set the two covers a hand apart and opened neither, because the order we read them in was going to matter more than anything printed on either page.

"Talk is cheap. You said you can fix it, so do it. I don't care if you figured it out by hearing or touching. All I want is the result." "Okay," I replied without any other comments, took off my coat, and wore only an old grey vest. I took out several strangely-shaped tools from the brand-new Hoffman toolbox. Without a single blueprint or a maintenance manual, I began to disassemble the most crucial transmission component. Every movement I made had a strange rhythm—loosening which screw, with what force, removing which component, and in what order. Everything seemed to have been practiced countless times and had become integrated into my muscle memory.

You actually fixed what you broke. _*]:min-w-0"> "Not completely. Those sections over there are permanent damage." _*]:min-w-0"> "But ninety percent repaired is better than nothing repaired. You proved that reality manipulation can heal as well as harm."

"We're in a book, that's normal." ●●●●●●●●●●○●○○○○○○○○○○○●○●●●●●●●●●●●●○●○○○○○○○○○○○○●○●●●●●●●●● I AM CURRENTLY FIXING THE FOURTH WALL ●●●●●●●●●●○●○○○○○○○○○○○●○●●●●●●●●●●●●○●○○○○○○○○○○○○●○●●●●●●●●● His eyes widened, "What timing!"

“Dougal’s Herbs and Wildlife?” “Check.” “Volume 2?” “Check check.” “Misegevit’s Natural Remedies?” I scanned the shelf. “Um…. yes, it’s here. Just out of place, hang on.” “It should be before the Anatomy section.” “Yup, it’s here. Ok next?” “Nyllan’s Theoretical Text, Volume 1?” “Yes.” “Volume 2?” “Yes.” “Volume 3?” “Yes–” “Volume 4?” “Yes– wait.” My brain on auto-pilot had already missed it. I silently brushed the breadcrumbs from my hands and dusted off the bindings of the dark green books in front of me. “Volume three is missing,” I said. “Volume four is here.”

Nevan was made smarter, agile, authoritative and wise. The two of them began to launch the contents of the mind. A way out with the appearance of the cunning enemy. *** The room is not too cramped. A hand that flipped through a unique book that was slightly dusty. The dark color of the book looks faded by the title. His hands were not smooth, nor did they look dull. But, the eyes are starting to look confusing. “What a strange history book,” Felix muttered glancing around the body of the book.

Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book so far. If you noticed that the latest chapter title was Chapter 75 instead of Chapter 74, it means I screwed up and uploaded the wrong chapter and have yet to fix it! If not, and you saw Chapter 74 following Chapter 73, that was the correct chapter. If you can, please wait a couple of days until it is fixed? Thank you so much! It was entirely my fault. No, it was my sleepy brain!

I was meant to rule, I had this. "Okay down to business. It should not take days to fix a simple problem." I stated as I pulled out the book of forbidden spells. I hated to admit it but I fixed all my problems with the forbidden spells book. You didn't need dark for alot of the magic. Honestly though the book was extra because I knew everything by heart but I felt like it would be smarter to need the book so nobody could try to mimic what I did. I looked at the ancient cover before I opened up the book. Alex leaned forward to look in it. I slammed it shut and looked up at him. He raised his hands up and leaned back

“Look, Isaac, I–” “No.” “You don’t know what I want to say.” “I have a good idea. It’s probably something I’ve heard before.” “Not this. I want to fix things between us.” “There’s nothing to fix.” “How about we begin on a clean slate, then?” “I have a boyfriend.”

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,