The Lady Who Swallowed A Fly Book Novels & Stories

She wanted to save her co-defenders so badly, but at the same time, she didn't want to put the life of the rest of the creatures in danger. Instead of overthinking about it, she spent her time looking for an interesting book to read inside the library that could possibly help her in the near future. She started reading all the titles of the books that are organized in the lower section of the huge wide shelves. Nothing still caught her attention, so she raised her head and used her ability to fly to start searching on the higher section. A few seconds when she was about to give up, a unique book caught her attention. It was titled "reverse," which was also written backward. She quickly pulle

This opportunity also confirmed my suspicions. I liked how happy Heather was when she explained that book to me. Her eyes sparkled as she talked and it was the first time that I have seen her be so talkative. I wasn't sure if her Father gave her a certain look but when her eyes met his, I could swear that I saw fear on her face. What did these people do to her? Unlike Mr. Harlow, Lady Lily was easy to read and quick to panic at my comments. She reminded me of the Queen, in the way that she seemed to be constantly planning something, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

A moment later, the threat swallowed, she cleared her throat. She crouched on her hands and knees. Bending low, forehead to floor, she gathered her thoughts. Steadied her breath. Around her, Eidolon spun, the roar of an ocean crashing through her ears. She reached, pulling herself forward, her fingers groping the wood. They landed on the book. The open book. The hungry book. It ate her fingers first.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

But now it’s lying in the center of my bed, open. I step towards it slowly, half-afraid it might suddenly flap its covers like wings and start flying around the room like an emerald green butterfly. With all the other madness going on around here, it would hardly be surprising. But the book lies still as a tombstone, the faded black ink staring up at me as I reach down to touch the thin paper. There’s a page missing. The jagged remnants of a torn page stick out from the spine, a clear sign that someone ripped a page out.

“She went to Bewitching Moon Beauty Parlor at 8.10 and left at 11.43. I've been to Bewitching Moon, questioned the employees and investigated the CCTV footage. No problem.” However, what The Fly said next contradicted with a particular person's expectations. Still, Larry was aware of The Fly's capabilities. The Fly would not make a mistake. Last night, the woman jumped into his room at around nine, and from nine to one, they were…

was tidying the library, putting the books in the specific order I like them in, without me even asking them to. Tripped over a book that started "A Moveable Feast." Claimed she had read a few pages when she was dusting. Apologized as if she had committed a sin. I almost said that I did not mind if she read whatever she wanted, and brought whatever book to her room. Silvia remembered that day, remembered the flash of disappointment in Ralph's eyes when she'd resumed dusting too soon, remembered how she'd gone and read the book in secret moments of concealment.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

“A snake crawled into that cabinet! If it bites the Prince or the Princess, what will we do?” I had intended to have the guards search the cabinet, but the box burst open on its own. A tall, slender man—his clothes in complete disarray—shot to his feet. “A snake? Where’s the snake?! Your Highness! Princess Rosalind! Save me!” The guards who had rushed to the door froze. So did the rest of us. In the next second, someone covered my eyes with their hand, one that I knew all too well. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “My goodness, Your Highness. What a devoted wife you have. She has even found someone to share your burdens!”

she added for emphasis. Sofia exhaled in exasperation, glancing around for something to calm her nerves. She grabbed her bowl and took a large spoon. The flakes were softer now, they’d lost almost all their crunch. Just the way she like them, they’d absorbed enough of the condensed milk and their tastes had melded into a tongue marveling one. She tried to ease her mind on it. Tanya wasn’t someone she’d normally speak to about this. She didn’t even understand her motives here. She sighed, savoring the creamy goodness in her mouth.