Troubles Book Novels & Stories

But we had a new problem. “You like being in your head all the time, don’t you see that is what gets you into trouble?” I jumped a little, it was Tylor, thank the Goddess it wasn’t Elisa or Megan. She would have taken the biggest book in that library and hit me with it.

Aubrey looks up at me with a small smile. “Hello.” “What, I don’t even get a hello hug?” “No, sit down or go away.” Why does she insist on pretending she doesn’t want me around? I nod and sit across from her. Aubrey sets her book down. I take a peek at the cover. There is a shirtless guy with a tie around his neck and a woman in front of him in a white dress shirt, only a couple of buttons fastened. It must be one of those steamy books she is reading. I find it interesting. I didn’t think it would be her thing. I don’t comment on it.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

"Cough cough!" Sharon choked on her own saliva. Her son was only five years old, but he was already so sharp! Chris's handsome face turned bright red. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. "James, don't talk nonsense, even if I were a homewrecker, I'd still be a good one," Chris said hastily. The little guy blinked, looking confused. "Are there good and bad homewreckers?" Sharon shot Chris a glare. "No, homewreckers are all bad!"

Pockets—the corgi-sized, Leonberger-furred, big-hearted hero of this tale. I had been with them through it all: the moments of fear that shadowed Makayla, the fiery anger that flared in Lilac’s chest, the blizzard that had roared outside, the jolt of that car crash, and the silence that fell over us when the humans lost their ability to communicate. I was their silent sentinel—nudging, barking, curling up close when things felt unbearable, even staring down anyone who dared to intimidate my girls into retreating.

I instinctively reached my finger to lightly touch his cheek, but then I hesitated. What was I doing? I clenched my fist in frustration, pressing my hand firmly back onto my thigh. Frances continued, "Daniel said Nicholas had autism when he was young. It wasn't severe, but he was different from other children." Though my face remained expressionless, a storm of emotions surged within me, causing the hand I had pressed down to tremble violently. I had never heard of this before. Thinking about the yellowed notebook I found at the Hawk manor, which only had drawings, I should have guessed that something was amiss.

I'm so distracted by my thoughts that I don't notice that there's something just under my bed until I accidentally kick it. What was that? It was hard. I get on my knees and look. My eyes find a book, leather-bound and thick, yet small compared to the others. I know this book. It's the one that got me suspended for two weeks. The book about the Emberborns. I stare at the book in my hand, growing angrier with each passing second. Who the hell came into my room to put it here? These people are really trying to get me in trouble. If this is found here...

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

I rattled off quickly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at me with suspicion. I hardened my voice and added, "It's not my fault, okay? And it's not my friend's fault either. None of us knew that out-of-print book would be in the hands of rogues. Maybe they're lying about having it." He snorted. "Probably. And even if they do have it, those savages would probably treat a precious book like toilet paper. They can't read." He paused, then raised an eyebrow at me. "So who's this friend of yours?"

I'm always doing that when I get in the house from work, the accused answered. Work? What work? Where? Asked Adam. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello there! It's me, Ayron. To my beloved readers out there, thank you so much for your love and support reading "The Unexpected Trip" I want this book more engaging and build an author-readers relationship. Please do comment or give reviews. As a reward, I will mention your name in the author's note section and you'll get a message from me in the next chapter. I will pick 3 lucky readers to be mentioned for the next chapter as giving gratitude to them.