The Red Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

What else could it be? The sleep didn’t come. I kicked the covers off and walked around the room. There wasn’t much in it. A small lamp, a bathroom, a shelf with a few books. I pulled one out and coughed slightly from the dust that came with it. “ ‘The Red One’ by Gracie Evans.” I hadn’t read this book before. It seemed interesting. Just as I was about to turn the first page, there was a heavy thud at my door. My heart sank into my chest, and I dropped the book. The thug came again, lighter this time, followed by the sound of muffled voices.

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.

"Ohh... hmmm. I-I w- was just... I was just... I was just having a hard time understanding something that I have read from the book. I was busy pondering over it, that is why I was in a daze." Audrey tried her best not to stutter as she gave her friends an on the spot lie with a straight face. "Errr... I think you would really have a hard time understanding something if you would read a book that way." Niccoli said to Audrey as he looked at the book that she was holding. The others also looked at the book in Audrey's hand and it was only at that time did they noticed what was wrong with the book. "MEOW" [You are reading the book upside down, little lass.]

I arrived at Dracula's study and see his mighty library , I begin looking for the red book, but I've forgotten which column he was talking about, was it the first or second or 37th about 1000 shelves in here damn I am stuck Does he even read any of them? Suddenly Dracula walks in, I hide out of fear

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns. What does this even mean? Why did this book fall to the ground, and why did it stop here? Is this some kind of warning? I reach for the book to see for myself. But then the book moves once again, but not in the way it was before; pages don’t go by; this time it just shakes, and it glows a bright red. “What is happening?” I want to cry, but I can’t; I don’t want to. Crying is a waste of time at this point.

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"

It was also getting late as well, but my determination was stronger than any type of disappointment. Flipping through the stacks of books I had found, I stopped at an eye-catching book. It was a glossy red cover and it was titled, “The Red String of Fate”. I don’t know what it was about it, but it drew me to it more than I’ve ever known. It wouldn’t hurt to read it, right? If I was on the right track, it might tell me something about those two.

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.