The Handmaid's Tale Book Kindle Novels & Stories

I had no interest in that so I just kept walking until I reached my room. I immediately went in and sat on the sofa bed. I don't know how I will end this day. Can I read a book? I stood up again and looked at the shelves with books. It was meant to be used as a book for my studies. Rare flowers. That's what's written in the book. I didn't read it because I didn't need to. I don't really like reading either. I will only read if necessary. So I brought the rather large book. The books here are a bit different because they are not like printed books. This is handwritten and the images are drawn, but that's okay because the writer's calligraphy is beautiful.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

I draw a little stick figure on it and point to the foreigner. - This is you. The man looks. I think you understand, but you're struggling with something in your own head, trying to remember. I look at his face in the light of the flames and notice that he is no longer so pale. Her coal-dark hair is dusted with sand, messy over her shoulders, but very pretty. All the Handmaids of the Goddess have lilac hair like fresh lavender. Well, actually our hair doesn't have any color, but it starts to take on a lilac color when we're very little and we start washing it with sacred oils. So for me, the foreigner's hair — Kris-Den — is different and beautiful.

And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.

"I’ve heard of this one—it’s a book of legends." She carries it to the table, placing it down carefully before flipping it open. The pages are thick and rough beneath her fingertips. As she skims through, she reads aloud, "The Tale of the First Shifter, Moon Goddess Parables, The Story of the Night Sky, The True Alpha… This is amazing," she whispers, completely enthralled. "Don’t tell anyone I’m touching this, but I have to read it." "I wonder if any others are unlocked," Serena says, moving to check the cabinet handles. Ben follows her lead.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

Raine sat cross-legged on the cabin floor, her back against the couch, the leather-bound book spread open across her swollen belly. She'd been reading for hours now, ever since Killian's departure, trying to piece together the fragments of truth from the web of lies she'd been fed. The fire had burned low, casting dancing shadows across the pages, but she barely noticed. Her entire world had narrowed to the cramped handwriting that detailed a madman's legacy.

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41

I covered myself with my arms crossed over my chest. But he just forcibly removed my hands covering my chest. I begged but heard nothing. I struggled to get away from the man. I was already crying in frustration and fear of what might happen when his hands dropped and he inserted his big fingers inside my underwear. Lord! Please help me! "Don't be stubborn! No one can help you and hear you. Because they're all asleep! If you give me what I want! I'll help you get out of here. " Raul said, smiling. I saw the redness in his eyes and the desire to capture my femininity.

she said, her tone still cold. I nodded, but a small sigh slipped out as I followed her downstairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. It felt like I was just going through the motions, each step mechanical. When we reached the living room, Hailey handed me a book from the pocket of her apron. It was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. She placed it in my hands without a word, but I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that bubbled up inside me.