The Lady Who Swallowed A Fly Book Novels & Stories

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

They had turned their backs on me, with joined hands. My eyes fluttered open, I sat up quickly, and I saw a lady in a gold glistening gown, she had a tight smile on her face. She gestured to me to come close to her. She looked like she was in her late 30s, still very young with brown skin and jet black hair. Everywhere was cloudy as though we were in the sky, walking on clouds. I walked towards her, trying to see if I would fall. Oh… I forgot I’m already dead.

Sitting on the chair, looking at the bowl of sweet-potato-chips in front of me, I sometimes softly squeezed my nose, catching the flies that wanted to perch on the table and squashing them with my fingers. If all my problems were as small as flies, I'd already caught and squeezed them. I would not put them in a jar because they would be able to escape.But my problems were still problems. Even if it looked like a fly, sometimes they were difficult to catch. Cyril started to bark, and I didn't know why. until I realized there was a swarm of flies approaching me. I didn't realize that they were not just a few. I heard their loud chattering. However, I was thankful because they didn't attack me.

Amber heard Hazel say and when she turned her head back to look at her, she saw a smile on her lips and she became confused. She walked over to where the man was and said to him, “Can you please turn over to the front cover for me?” “Oh sure,” the man replied and turned the book over. Amber was even more confused when she saw that the book is a real novel and not a cookbook or the things she saw yesterday. She moved away from the man and walked to where the lady in front of him sat. Without permission, she took the book and flipped it over and the frown on her face deepened while the woman snatched the book from her and sent her a glare.

Page by page. the book disappeared. The woman gasped. "The White Book..." "It's gone." The First Reader quietly shook his head. "No." "It has become something greater." The glowing particles gathered around Adrian's right hand. Slowly... they transformed into a simple white feather. No cover. No pages. No ink. Only a feather. Elias looked at it and whispered, "So the Book has finally chosen its final form." Adrian held the feather carefully. It felt almost weightless. Yet memories flooded through his mind.

But it wasn't the thing that may drive a man who had too much to lose into such danger. What a strange man! Flora drank her tea. Then feeling her head relaxed, she moved to the lounge area. She sat on a fluffy sofa and closed her eyes to chill. The pianist was still playing the Moonlight Sonata. While relaxing, Flora felt someone sitting near her. She opened her eyes thinking that Claude is back. Instead, she found an elegant lady who was reading a book. Not just a book. It was A Murder On The Orient Express. Flora was astonished. She adores this book!

He had totally forgotten about the whole cooking thing, when he spotted the reminder on his fridge, and let out a groan in disappointment. He had decided to make lunch on his own to save money, and now he felt stupid, because even if he started on cooking right now, they would get late. Having no choice, the raven haired tiredly turned towards the counter to do something about it, but was left surprised and confused, to finally notice the grocery that he had brought in yesterday was missing. Instead of the huge white bags, there was a little handwritten note on top, which Lucas picked up curiously. ‘I’m taking these away to make lunch, hope you don’t mind, and don’t worry, I’m a good cook.’

They are on the table," the lady replied before walking out of the room. Opening her eyes lazily, she sat up on the bed as she stared at the books which were neatly kept on the table. Climbing down the bed, She strolled towards the table and picked one of the books. 'Origin of werewolves' was the title of the books she had picked. "I can't read now, I am so devastated," she grumbles to herself before keeping the book back. She needed to find a way to escape, but for now she was too weak, she could only wonder what that strange guy did to her that made her become so vulnerable. Hearing another knock on the door, she grumbled before opening her eyes and answering.

He just believed people with brains wouldn't come into his chambers with an invitation. She pushed it all the way, making it creak and groan loudly. At first, when she looked into the room, she could see nothing because of how dark it was, but the smell of dust and decaying paper was recognized. But as her eyes adjusted, she saw that there was a lantern that hung by the side of the door. The flame kept shaking because of how low it was. She picked it up, increased it, and looked around the room. It was like a library but with few shelves and books. She brought the lantern close to one of the shelves and she saw a book that caught her eye, “Your First 100 Years as a Vampire,”

It looked pretty and had great workmanship, glistening brightly. As soon as she touched the hairpin, she felt a flow of warmth spreading through her body. What was going on? Could she have imagined it? Immediately after that, the book in her hand flew into Stanley’s hands right before her eyes, catching her off guard. Despite her vast knowledge, she couldn’t remain calm without reacting to what happened. Stanley and Xyla both exchanged shocked glances. He held onto the book as he gazed at her. “Maybe we're meant for an object each?”