Unraveling Book Novels & Stories

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Not hiding. Strategizing. Because this wasn’t climax. It was unraveling.

We planned a wedding beneath the lush greenery of a summer's canopy. The night before our big day, a package with no return address arrived from home. Inside was an album, every page a memory of me and Macie. Tucked among the photos was a diary, the one I had written to Macie back then. She was always on the road for work, and I hated being apart from her, but she had to go. So, I poured my heart into that diary, never imagining she would hold onto it all those years. However, some things, even kept, came too late.

"Get some sleep. I need to prep Rylan." As he walked out, I looked at the closed door. The fractal. The Unraveling. Creation versus Destruction. I just hoped the builder wasn't the one holding the detonator. -------------------------------------------

He even found a bizarre painting in which a man, dressed in all black and wearing a hood, aimed his arrowhead and killed a wolf more enormous than a human. The basement is quite unusual because usually, the basement is damp, but the opposite happened at Grandpa's house. The basement was arranged like a study room, all of Grandpa's ancient collections were neatly arranged there, and the place was warm. He had also read strange books, such as The Legend of Hansel and Gretel, Witch Hunts, and so on, but in the form of ancient manuscripts and not story books! Matthew could only sigh when Clare's intention to stay there became passionate after he conveyed the existence of these objects.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.