The Wall A Novel Novels & Stories

It was better I start over again as a new being and at a new place. It deserves to be the beginning of newer, better, and greater things. ….....The END……. CATCH MORE OF BELLA AND ADONIS IN THE VAMPIRE'S WALLFLOWER (BOOK 2). Book 2 will soon be uploaded as the next chapters to come. Kindly hold on for two to three days because it is undergoing editing. Author”s email contact: Musaanastasia5@g***l.com I*******m Page: M.asya97 If you want the paperback version of this book, kindly contact me.

“Maybe I just want to understand what made him build all these walls.” Ronan let out a breath of laughter, but it wasn’t amused. It was bitter. “That’s the thing about men like Allerick. They don’t build walls to keep you out. They build them to protect you from what’s already in.” Then he turned and walked away, leaving her standing before a door that wouldn’t open. Just like him. That night, Leora sat in the grand library, a book open on her lap. She stared at the words, but nothing registered. The mansion felt like a living thing—breathing, watching, waiting. Its silence was not peace, but pressure. The kind that made your bones ache.

You can come in only when someone lets you in. "Alright I promise. If I feel like there is something wrong I will definitely call you. Don't worry." She said and that's when he looked a bit relaxed. "Alright then.." he said and with another quick kiss he finally decided to drive away to the office. After seeing him off Avery decided to pass the time by reading a book with a cup of steaming hot coffee. While walking towards the kitchen she stopped in the living room when something attracted her attention. It was the master Wall... When she last saw it before her kidnapping case, it had a beautiful wallpaper of a mountain scenery and some ceramic paintings hanging on the sides, it was really b

Walking slowly to the picture, I scrutinized it and extended my hand to touch it. What I didn't expect was my hand to go through the supposed wall. My heart picked its race at the possibility of a secret róom being connected to the bedroom and true to my thoughts, when I stepped inside through the wall, I was greeted by the sight of a room filled with all sorts of books. Looking at the thousands of books, I frowned. Damn! Did She have to make finding a single book so hard? But I had to admit, that was a good move.

In my short journey to meet the wall, I saw none but my attention shifted as soon as I placed my hands on the thick cold barrier, which was a big mistake by the way. A cold deadly feeling rushed into me and I hissed, pulling my hand away. The thing was so fucking tall and now that I was up close, I could see Sigmas seated on it, holding weapons and guarding the perimeter. They saw me but didn’t say or do anything. I wondered how the wall had made my hands hurt. My eyes went to the bracelet and I placed my hands on the wall again, the chilliness came and the bracelet glowed white. Fuck. Asshole. Adrian’s a fucking asshole. I left that side and decided to try out the left part of the wall, loo

I tried to picture this white wall that Paul was describing. "If you look to the right the wall goes as far as the eye can see. If you turn to the left the wall seems to go on forever. You are on one side of the wall, and Monica is on the other." "I'm touching her ..." "No, not in your mind, because if you could see through the wall you'd see that you're not touching her. The wall won't allow you to. It's too solid." "It tastes so good." "Kim! The wall is as tall as the sky is high, and you can't dig under it either. You can't reach Monica."

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

His eyes flicked—pointedly—to Brad. Brad held up his hands like a man caught red-handed. “What? Don’t look at me like that. If you saw someone’s hands glowing like they were cradling a piece of the moon, are you telling me you wouldn’t tell everyone you know?” “I wouldn’t,” Wallace said, dragging a log closer to the fire pit. “But that’s mostly because I hate talking to people.” Brad rolled his eyes. “Okay, but I like talking to people. And telling them the new girl is literally glowing? That’s just good small talk.”

I pressed my lips together and looked at the floor. "Nova Calloway," he said again. "Her routine. Where she spends time alone in the compound." I thought about Nova's reading room. The cream walls and the floor to ceiling bookshelves and the way the afternoon light came through the white curtains and she sat in it with her notebook writing things that made her smile to herself. Aurora crawling across the rug toward her. "I don't know," I whispered. He hit me again. My head snapped sideways and I tasted copper and the chair scraped against the concrete and I hung there in the zip ties for a moment that lasted a long time.

However, his joy turned to dismay at the school carnival when his father forgot to tell the babysitter to bake cookies, and he ended up with generic cookies instead of the homemade bear-shaped ones his mother used to bake. Surrounded by classmates who craved his mother's famous treats, Calvin had a sudden epiphany: maybe his mother was not so bad after all. Then there was Chester Harris who despised the scheming woman who had taken his mother's place. However, during a thunderstorm, as he pressed against the door, the absence of his mother's soothing hum from the other side sent him into a tailspin. Mandy York came next, her blood pressure spiking again, then needing meds to keep it in check