The Loop Book Novels & Stories

After all, you didn't have to hang up everything and that was nobody's business. When Eleanor turned to the next customer, Maddox slid to the side a little and then started on his own food. "Did you notice what was going on over in Florida?" Gian asked between bites. "You mean the thing with these animal rights activists, because of whom four people are now dead, but two cranes were able to escape the Venators?" Gian nodded. "But they weren't just any animal rights activists, the people were from Live for Animals." The piece of sausage caught in the air halfway to Maddox's mouth. "You are incinerating me."

This might prove easier than he’d thought. His first task was to get that book of Nick’s so that Alison couldn’t discover alternative methods for getting her vibration ready to shift into shadow land. Since she’d already been without Nick for a week, she should be feeling the lowering of her body’s vibration level and be eager to do something to keep it up. From the electricity he felt between them when they first met, he was certain it wouldn’t take long to get her into his bed, once he’d gained her trust; if for no other reason than the fact that she didn’t want to regress when she was so close to being ready.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Joining the army was a huge adjustment under normal circumstances and this was far from normal. “Okay coming up to B block, corridors are mostly clear.” Wheelers voice sounded through my earpiece and my shoulders tensed. “Okay guys we have a serious amount of dead round the next bend, lay down some fire for us see if it will attract them.” He stated and I nodded.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

On the cover, the words The Final Draft were written in gold that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. "End of Book One," she repeated. Her voice was deeper than mine, tired and heavy with secrets. "You did well, Hazel. You broke the loop. But you didn’t break the contract. The readers are already clicking 'Next Chapter.' If you don't get in this car, the story will simply reset again, and next time, I won't be here to help you."

More of Liam and Harriet's story in the loops will be revealed before we move on to the next volume! Forget to mention; these chapters are dedicated to you, readers, and audiences of this book, the new and the old, the ones staying, and the ones taking a break from reading this book! I hope you are all well and happy out there, and I hope you will come back soon because I miss you! Alright, I won't waste your time reading this rambling anymore. Merry Christmas! Thank you for your amazing support! XOXO <3 ---- Note:

It simply unfolded into the world, one softness at a time. ✨ Shall we move gently into Part 100? Perhaps a child in a distant village finds Ren’s loop at a marketplace and begins painting spirals without knowing why—or someone begins a new guestbook titled Thresholds I Stepped Past Without Entering. The echo continues, not as legacy—but as belonging. 🍃🪶

“Their structure is perfect. Too perfect. There’s no friction, no surprise.” Lyra felt it through the Loom that was now a part of her. The stories here were all the same. We stood in the light. We reflected. We waited. There were no conflicts, no dreams, no changes of heart. It was a library with only one book, copied endlessly. “They aren’t suffering. They’re just… repeating.”

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"