The Shining Book Barnes And Noble Novels & Stories

But why does it hurt? The reception ends and Anthony leads me out of the building, a wave of flower petals covering us as well as the flashes of the camera. I try my best to smile through the entire thing but I feel myself getting dizzy with the amount of flashes and hurry to get to the car that is waiting. I successfully got myself into the car and crawled all the way to the left side of the car, where Anthony would never dare to sit. I close my eyes and start to calm myself down, remembering why I hate the papparazzi. Anthony sits in the car and slams the door shut, “Get us home, pronto. My wife and I have things to do.”

The room was dark except for a strange, shimmering light coming from the far end. My feet carried me toward it, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. When I reached the source of the light, my breath caught in my throat. An old, weathered book sat on a pedestal, its pages glowing with an ethereal light. The symbols on the cover were unlike anything I had ever seen—ancient, magical, and somehow… familiar. I hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to jump out and stop me. But there was no one. Only the persistent call of the voice urging me to look deeper. I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched the glowing book.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

I'd chosen this moment carefully, watching the clock, timing my arrival, thinking I'd finally have peace. The book I needed was on the very top shelf, tucked away in a corner where the fluorescent lights didn't quite reach and dust motes danced in the gray afternoon light. Shadows pooled there, making it hard to read the spines, and I'd squinted up at the faded gold lettering.

' I sat down in the bathtub and I noticed a little black shiny object just above my head. "Is that a.. What the fuck!"

"You feel like you're floating, watching your body shake and cry on the floor... until they cut out half of your stomach." I looked at his suddenly pale face and asked in a soft voice, "How do you think I know all this so well?"

The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame. Scarlet didn’t hesitate. She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss. Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold. She tossed the burning book into the fireplace. And screamed.

CHAPTER TWO. CRASH THE PARTY. No. No, this had to be wrong. This had to be some kind of mistake. Maybe it was a different Marcus. Maybe it was a different Isla. There had to be an explanation. Lyra moved closer to the house on shaking legs. Her boots felt like they were filled with stones. Each step took enormous effort. Through the large front window, she could see inside. The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there.

I let my emotions take over and a lightening bolt came out of my hand and they all needed to run out of the way when I did that. "Shut the fuck up or I'll trust you to dust." I warned them. And I heard Tyler chuckling in the background. I went back to concentrating on the book and it was using a lot of energy and I was starting to get a headache. But I finally got the book off the ground and I managed to lift it up to my head height while I was sitting on the ground before I gently placed it back down. "That was a lot harder than I thought." I say.