Novel & Cerita The Shining Book Review

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

“Awesome shot Z” “That was fucking legit ...”. He jumps to his feet and turns toward us, freezing in place in the middle of an inhale, kinda staring at me, like I was the last thing he expected to see. How is it that books describe it ? Like being struck by lightning ... yeah that’s very accurate. I just stand there, staring like an idiot. I mean to my defence I had no idea it was possible to be this ... handsome ... no that's not even it, even though he is ridiculously good looking. It's the pure light shining from within him that has me mesmerised.

Jasper's delightful eyes were lost in Shane's marvelous eyelashes that winged gradually when the yellow, gloomy rays of sun grew to fall on him coming through the window. Jasper was standing near the bookshelf pretending to be searching for a book when Shane immersed himself in the book he was reading by sitting at the table. "What beautiful eyes!" Jasper drooled over Shane's admirable charm. Shane's eyeball rolled to his side as he heard him. Jasper turned his head towards the bookshelf, pretending to be searching for a book again. His wavering eyes were side-eyed, confirming Shane was coming towards him; he couldn't control his heart from throbbing crazily. Shivering hand of him picked boo

I was in the kitchen, scrubbing the counters. Being away from work was driving me stir-crazy, so I decided to help tidy up Leo’s place, even though it was remarkably neat for a guy living alone. Staying home for days on end was starting to get to me, so I had to find something to occupy my time. I’d already finished every show I wanted to watch and knocked out six books from my reading list. I was beginning to understand how the lead in The Shining lost his mind.

Walked into the shadows between the shelves. Gone. I sat there. Legs still spread. Pússy throbbing. Clít pulsing. So close. Denied. Breath ragged. Body shaking. The book lay open on the floor. Pages splayed. Words I never read. I stared into the dark where he disappeared. Heart pounding. Wetness dripped down my thighs. I wasn’t finished. Not even close.

Five minutes later, I hated how well it worked. My body felt lighter. My eyes clearer. Like someone had adjusted my internal brightness setting. “Okay,” I muttered. “I see you.” I opened my laptop. Chapter 4. The cursor blinked at me like it was judging my entire existence. I started typing anyway. The book flowed in a way it hadn’t in weeks. The protagonist wandered through her perfect life feeling like a guest in it. Everything beautiful. Everything hollow. She questioned whether fulfillment was supposed to feel louder than this.

“It’s not just dark. It’s honest. And that’s why it hits so hard.” It's twisted, dark and I now want to read the entire book not just small snip

My eyes close and the last thing I see is a reddish glow. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

We walk past her walking towards the books that were in the back of the store. I turn back to look at her, I get scared as her face looked burned and her face was melting off her skull. I look away and shake my head trying to clear my head. "Hey look, there's a book about astral projection with tips on how to do it." She grabs the book off the shelf and walks over to the crystals and starts to look at various ones. She grabs the ones that look nicest to her, not reading any description on them. I tried to help but she shrugged me off and said "I like these instead."

Being in a bookstore increased those chances a bit. “You know,” the young man said, “I read your first book, Out of the Shadows, Into the Dark.” “Well, thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. I didn’t say whether I liked it or not.” This surprised a laugh out of Brad. “Touché.” “I’m just messing with you,” the man said, wearing an infectious grin. “I thought it was a great book, creepy and atmospheric. The movie adaptation, on the other hand . . . that was a real stinker.”