The Year You Were Born Book Novels & Stories

) He pulled one book behind him, which had a purple cover and appeared to be quite old. (I'm curious as to how old this book is.) He asked to himself and began to flip the book page to page, then his eyes widened in surprise. 25 April *** My birthday is today, and I am eight years old. However, it appears that my father and mother were too preoccupied to join me in celebrating. When I requested for a present, they were enraged and hit me. I'm not sure if I should bring it up again. I hate being hit in the face—

“I thought you mentioned your mother passed away during childbirth?” “That’s correct,” I nodded, the memory casting a shadow over my expression. “She left behind a cookbook, which I discovered at the age of fifteen. It was inscribed with my name on the very first page. I believe it was her way of passing on her legacy to me. That book... I know it as well as I know the lines of my own palm. Even though I don’t have it with me here, I can still visualize each page whenever I prepare a meal.”

The girl smiled beautifully. "Oh... This is what you say, I'll be looking for you the whole time I'm here. Oh yeah, we need to know each other's ages so we can address each other. I'm twenty-five years old, and you, Lantha?" Adela stood up and quickly walked over and plopped down next to Calanthan Farah and spoke.

She said, "20 years ago, this was my home. If I hadn't been taken away, you never would've set foot here." My breath caught as I realized the root of the problem was this house itself. Phoebe glanced at me and burst into triumphant laughter like a successful prankster. "You didn't find anyone, did you? Did you think you could escape just by breaking whatever was on Maisie?" Her maniacal behavior really did not seem like that of a child, so I could not help asking again, "Who exactly are you?" The moment I asked the question, Phoebe laughed hysterically.

Especially now that I have offered him a promising solution to his problem. ‘Come on Louis! You can do this. Don’t be scared.’ I told myself. As if that was not enough to boost my confidence, I quickly closed my eyes and stretched out my hand to the shelf which can be easily reached while lying on the bed. When I grabbed the book, I opened my eyes to see how marvelous it was. The name of the book was attractive enough to anyone who has an interest in magic. I sat on the bed and brought the oblong burning candle closer to myself, the only source of light in the room. Gracious enough, the illumination from the candle was able to aid me in reading the book. The first page I opened contained the

“When we were five, I accidentally broke a vase, and my mother was furious. “I was scared and panicking, and you stepped in front of me and said you were the one who broke it. You took the blame for me. Then, you held my hand and asked if I was hurt. You even said you’d protect me from then on.” As he went on, my face became hotter. I never imagined he would remember something so small so vividly. Back then, he was the little boy who needed my protection. Now, he was the one protecting me.

On the cover was the word, “Bitten” Raven opened the book and felt a surge of power. The pages looked empty at first but a flash of light lit up behind every word as they appeared. This book had been enchanted. “This is from your father’s library. It contains the tale of the child born of the Bitten and the Born.”

I knew that book hadn't left its position in a very long period of time. "People born with the Alpha's star. X Laviz, Adolf Brill, Janny Fox, and - If this talks about your life, I think you're the fourth." She said, flipping through the pages. "Me?" I asked. "Yes you, Nicholas. Now let me tell you the origin of the book." She said, She closed the book, and opened it again.

Turned out I had dyslexia nevertheless with help I managed school. First I didn't tell them about my dreams, but one night they heard me screaming. That was two months ago. They kept asking me if I was all right if I needed help. Right then I told them. The next day they sat me down and gave me some files. They were adoption files. I knew I was adopted, but what I saw on these files was the last thing I had expected. My birth year was not what I expected it to be. The document said 2028, not 2043. I didn't understand. I looked up at them and asked, "Why does it say 2028 and not 2043?"

Lylah sat down, blocking Raj from her vision and blocking his voice as well. The public needs something new, something fresh, production companies need this, it is a hit novel by our very own editor, Lylah Jeurgens, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present, Hurt In A Year", Raj clapped. The auditorium erupted with series of clapping. Lylah abruptly stood to her feet, looking around frantically. What in the world was going on?, This wasn't the book she agreed to pitch. Was Raj trying to set her up?, How did he even know about Hurt In A Year?