The Walls Around Us Book Novels & Stories

So much to learn. “These walls, are all these walls your bones?” One arm holding the book to her chest, her backpack over her shoulder, she walked. “And outside, the building, the brick, that’s your skin?” Her hand ran along the wall. “And the ghosts, their whispers, are they your blood?” Her fingers inched over the walls, the doors, as she moved down the hall, her footsteps slow and careful, her body buzzing with excitement. A moment later, she stopped in front of her door.

" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost. She thought back to when she picked up the report yesterday, and the way I looked at her. So calm, so still, like a pond with no ripples. I did not even think to ask for her help. She had that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, I did not love her anymore. However, facing that truth was more than she could bear. … Despite the chaos, the surgery was a success. When I opened my eyes, it was like the world had flipped upside down. Everyone's attitude toward me changed dramatically. It was rare for them all to be together, but there they were, filling my hospital room with noise and life, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation b

So, is this wall sensitive to motion? All of us looked at the scene with horror. The only difference is that Kandreah, Nexelex, Thersar and myself had cogs turning in our heads. We need a strategy, and we need it quickly. Thersar clicked with his fingers, and our surroundings became slightly more illuminated. Well, it’d be better if it weren’t. We are surrounded by the same walls as the one that crashed my omegas a few moments ago. The walls are ten times bigger than us. How are we going to advance? No, even better, how will we get out of here alive?

"No, Ferngrove wasn't there but the wall to the other side was, marked by the ancient oak. It was one of the key locations, a nexus point. If we can understand how these places are connected, maybe we can find a way to decipher the door" Adrian's eyes lit up with a spark of knowledge. " The wall is like a mirror. It's invisible yes but what is around it on one side is what's on the side. Another oak tree and the same surrounding" " So you're saying there's an oak tree at every door?" " Probably" Adrian muttered, eyes strained on the book. " Hopefully"

Under the island, I created thick impenetrable walls the shot up from the sky that would continue for miles and miles into the atmosphere and to the very core of earth closing the island off from attacks below and above. Sensing Celestria and Nefertari as they approached, neither one said a word they watched me in silence. The island became our fortress. The outside world would see snow and volcanoes a place no being would dare inhabit. Behind the barriers and illusions laid lush greenery and forest. Animals never before seen by man, thought to be believed as myth roamed the land freely, gardens full of vegetables. A hot spring wide enough to fit a hundred angles, deep enough to meet the oce

At thirty-one, working late, missing the signs, and then the door at the end of the eastern hallway that was always shut. Three catastrophes that all taught the same lesson: wanting things was the mechanism of losing them. Control everything and you lost nothing. Build the walls high enough and nothing could come over them. Elijah understood this. He also understood — because he had been inside those walls for eleven weeks, and because a keychain had appeared on a counter with no note, and because a brochure had appeared in a rack with no comment, and because a man had made coffee at the right strength before he left in the morning — that the walls were not as solid as they'd been.

And just like that, Every locked door in this apartment, Every rule on every printed page, Every cup on the right side of the counter, Every carefully measured hour of every carefully ordered day, Made sense. Not the kind of sense that made things easier. The kind that makes things heavier. Because understanding why a man had built walls around himself did not make the walls smaller. It just made you feel them differently. From the inside.

Ethan had not stepped outside his apartment in two days. The sun poured through his pulled blinds, filtering a dull haze over the tiny living room. Dishes piled in the sink. His laptop remained untouched on the coffee table. The air was thick, as if even the silence had grown too noisy to be avoided. But even now, every time he walked by that wall—**that damn wall**—his breath caught. He couldn't stop hearing her. Not the sounds of her with customers anymore. Those had stopped. But he heard her laugh softly on the phone. He heard her footsteps, the clinking of glass occasionally, the sound of water rushing.

The wall behind the desk was the side of the building so it was entirely made up of windows. Walking up to it, I looked out over the area. There wasn’t much of a view, considering there were just more tall high-rise buildings around but you could see the streets below. I moved around the space, reading some of the boring titles of books on the shelves. They were your typical office books and nothing exciting or worth pulling to read. Turning back to Lec, he was leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes shut. “Do you know how long he will be?”

Rows of shelves lined the walls, filled with knowledge, and a few people sat here and there on wooden benches around long tables with an open book before them. “Holy shit,” Lucien’s jaw dropped. Nyla elbowed him. “Do not curse. This is sacred ground.” “Sorry, Goddess.” He whispered, looking up sheepishly. Ronin gave them a moment to take in the magnificence of their surroundings before walking over to what looked like the reception area. A stout woman was behind the desk, her back turned to them as she searched along the bookshelf. “Oh Goddess, where is it?” She pulled and returned multiple books, oblivious to their arrival. The corner of Merrick’s mouth turned up in appreciation of her jigg