The Shining Book Review Novels & Stories

According to the usual protocol, the conversation should have naturally shifted to the lead actor and actress. However, the first person Roman thanked when he got the microphone was unexpectedly Mindy. He said, "I was drawn into the plot the first time I read 'Lantern'. I was stunned by the author's intricate design of the plot and the eerie tension woven into every word. How do I put this… My scalp prickled with fear, and I got goosebumps all over my body! "I'm not joking about this. After finishing the book, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep the entire night. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. Chills ran down my spine as I pondered on the story.

Steven said. "Let me see," I said as I walked over to where Stephen and Steven were standing. Stephen held the book out for me to take, and as soon as my hands touched the book, I felt a power go through, which caused me to gasp. "That the fuck," Stephen said as the book began glowing a bright red shade.

'Only way to become an adept of the book of shadows is to learn the art of reading backwards. It cracked the long puzzle that filled the first page. I returned back to the first page and upon reading the paragraph backward, it finally made more sense. 'Let me in.' I suddenly felt goosebumps rush across my body as the harsh metallic voice surfaced. I looked across the room, and there was no sign of anyone.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

“I think that book comes closest to revealing her true self. It’s where she laid bare her emotions, where she poured all of her sorrow into every page. It’s my favorite because every time I read it, I feel like I’m drawing closer to her… like I’m beginning to understand who she really is.” Sandra hesitated, unsure if she should let their conversation go any further. But in the end, she couldn’t stop herself from offering her own thoughts. “The truth is… that book was written to show that there are people who would rather live as a shadow of someone else. No one is to blame, no one plays the villain… it’s simply their choice to remain unseen. For Shadow Lady, life feels quieter, happier, more

Shailyn commented, feeling bad for his injusticee, she pressed her knuckles to her jaw and continued reading, failing to hear that heavy footsteps that echoed loudly in the room till two feet stood before her, instantly Shailyn froze, her eyes landing on the black shoes. Instantly her head snapped up and she was met with a sharp gaze that made her heart flutter. Immediately, she was up on her feet, the book held to her chest and lips pressed together while her eyes lingered anywhere but the man in front of her. She felt like she was caught doing something she wasn't supposed to, like a kid caught stealing cookies from the jar. "Why is your fragrance raging nervousness?"

This time, I didn’t flinch. The book flared in my hands. Light, bright and white, erupted from it, washing over the forest floor. The shadows were erratic as if it as in pain, if that was even possible. It was twisting and writhing, trying to retreat. The figure screamed too, its voice a mixture of rage and fear. “You cannot—she is not ready—” But the light didn’t stop. It surged through me, through the ground, through the forest itself. And then—silence.

I've been craving books like this for years now and now that I had one in my hand, with a very good blurb mind you, I couldn't read more than the first paragraph. My ears were overly sensitive, picking up every sound he made in the bathroom, the scrubbing of his body, the way his arms flexed as he washed his hair... I cautioned myself for the third time and tried to read but the shower shut off. My blood pressure was probably tired of going up and down at this rate but I forced myself to keep staring at the book, trying to read and figure out a way out of whatever my body was feeling but he opened the door and I lost control of my eyes.