The Fix Book Novels & Stories

Maybe I should start wearing tinfoil on my head when he’s around. He points to a bookshelf covered in dirty, very old looking books. “A company called Chilton makes manuals for every car there is, pretty much. Tells you how to fix everything on the car.” I go over to the shelf and pull one off. “Seriously?” I open it up and see a page with a weird engine part on it. “Alternator,” I say out loud. Looking up at him, I see him in a new light. “You know how to fix alternators?” It sounds very impressive since I don’t even know what one is or what it does.

“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.”

“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

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,

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

That smile though. Anyway, my time for that meeting came and I dressed myself with a blouse and plaid trousers like I am applying for work. I tied my hair into a bun then applied some light shade lipstick on my lips. I drove all the way to the campus then looked for his office which was named "Fixing Hearts Request". It was his personal office but it also says in the description written on the advertisement on paper sticking on the announcement board that it was an office where people who have love problems will visit there and ask for the professor for some love advice. My face turned into disgust as I read word for word on the said advertisement. And now it questioned myself if I should st

All his life he had never been that lucky. "Stupid...stupid...stupid!" He banged his fist a few times onto his desk. Then made the mistake of banging the last one a bit too strong that he actually hurt himself against the edge of his desk. "So fucking stupid." He cursed lowly when he saw the cut and blood tracing down to his fingers.

Leo let out a cry of pain, his silver light flickering under the weight of the Heiress’s assault. "She’s grounding herself through the children!" Elias shouted over the roar. "Maya, if she completes the circuit, she’ll burn them out!" "I need a counter-weight!" Maya screamed. She looked at the heavy vellum book Elias had shown her; the "Legacy Bank." She realized then that the book wasn't just a record. It was a catalyst. The ink was made from the same biological components as the serum, but it was "Fixed"; it was a physical anchor in a world of shifting pixels.

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I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.