The Unravelling Book Novels & Stories

*Declan* She was going to be the death of me, I swear. Leah Garcia was like a roller-coaster ride, always taking me on an unpredictable journey. That's what this whole relationship with her was, a very unpredictable journey. She had a way of making me feel alive, yet at the same time, on the verge of insanity. I found myself constantly drawn to her, despite the chaos she brought into my life. As my feelings for her intensified, I found myself doing things I never thought I would. She had me acting out of character, canceling appointments, going away for the weekend on a whim. Her pull towards me was magnetic, and I just couldn't resist.

But it didn’t… I remembered being overseas with my husband, Grindvald. Every day, I had felt more and more miserable whenever I smelled freshly cut grass or heard the fire crackle as it ate away at the wood in an open fireplace. It was like a hole inside my body that only grew and grew. For a second, I braced myself for the same sensation inside me. I had even prepared a little speech in my head, telling myself that I was going to get home soon if Marcus was the man of honor I believed him to be. But the sensation never came. Instead, I felt at ease and allowed myself to enjoy it.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

The group gathered around it, wary but undeniably drawn to what lay before them. Myrra was the first to break the silence. “That barrier shattered as soon as Rael’s sword absorbed the last shadow. It was tied to them.” Bram scowled. “Which means whatever’s in that book, they were guarding it. And that never means anything good.” Elior carefully reached forward and undid the clasp, pulling back the cloth to reveal the book’s cover. The leather was ancient, its edges worn with time, but the golden runes across it still shimmered as though freshly etched.

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn’t remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark

I felt as though I could hear her angry voice in my head as she sent me angry, vulgar text messages that actually hurt to look at. "You fucking ungrateful bitch! Answer the fucking phone!" "What did you do to make the Stallones agree to divorce you, you fucking ingrate!" Calmly, I turned off my phone, retrieved the SIM card, and threw it into the trash. Then, I closed my eyes and answered her in my head, "Guess." However, I didn't care whether Mom would eventually guess correctly or not. And even if Corbin found out about my disappearance earlier than expected, I couldn't care less about what they thought anymore.

she explained, picking the book up. “So I’ll look into the unbinding if you want to check that book about our mate bond.” she suggested. “Divide and conquer. An excellent strategy.” I nodded, picking up the mate book. I sighed, settling into the sofa starting to flip through the pages. This book was impressive. Not just the magic but the amount of research and effort that went into finding all this.

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte