The Fix Book Novelas e Histórias

“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.”

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.

"Her book was damaged. She wanted to know if we could fix it, but it was torn to shreds. The binding was wrecked, pages missing—there's no way to repair something like that!" "What book was it?" Alaric asked. "Something about 'Tradition and Fashion,' I think. Probably a design book. I didn't get a good look at it." Alaric left and drove to a bookstore. He felt partially responsible for ruining Vespera's book, so he'd replace it. No one could accuse him of being cheap.

Hello Readers. Just wanted to pin something. If you're experiencing a duplicated chapter or a different book on this book. It has been fixed, all errors have been edited and the book is in a good condition. If you can't see it, it's a glitch and you'll need to restart, remove from your library and add again, you would see all the changes. All previous chapters before this author's note has been checked. Sorry for the inconveniences it has caused any of you.

My heart dropped when I skipped to the end so I could find a way to fix this problem. 'If a soul is in control switch back before the magic finishes. Everything will go back to normal.' 'If there is no way to switch back right away switch back as soon as you can' 'If there is no way to switch back at all put the book up permently.' I closed my eyes and tried to not freak out. I would be okay. I just had to put the book up and never look at it again.

Dangerous in a quiet way that made my pulse kick. “I think the outage is from the junction,” he said, eyes flicking briefly over my body. I was in a singlet. Bare legs. Too little fabric for company. “I can fix it, but I have to pass through your side.” I hesitated, then stepped back. “Okay.” He moved inside, close enough that I caught his scent—clean and warm. He crouched near the wall, hands working with confidence, while I stood uselessly behind him, hyper-aware of the silence.

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Historical sightings are rare. Direct contact is considered catastrophic. Damien's pulse quickened. He turned the page. Nothing. Another page. Nothing. Then another. A torn section. He searched the book's index. The reference had been deliberately removed. That made Damien more interested. He spent another hour searching for the same title. Nothing. Then he noticed something strange. The book wasn't as old as it looked. The binding had been replaced. Someone had repaired it recently. Damien closed the book. His eyes narrowed.