Novel & Cerita Unspoken Book

I trudged up and down the aisle another time and let my gaze wander and sweep one last glance across the rows, and was about to leave when my gaze fell on a thin book almost going unnoticed, sandwiched between two thick books at the third row of the last bookshelf. Out of curiosity, I plucked it out, my heart pounding as I read the title: ‘Untold Tales of the Pack: A Memoir’ , the name of the author has been scribbled off by a sharpie. The book looks new compared to the ones I read. My throat clicked dry as I opened the book. I gasped when I read the first line: ‘The Renaud pack is known for its strength, wealth and integrity but did you know that the pack alphas are also cursed?’ Here, fin

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

Yesterday, when Leila was sweeping the room, there was definitely no books on the floor. Maybe the body in the room wasn’t just a bad daydream. Could it be that the book belonged to that poor man? Leila carefully leafed through. Dense, small letters filled the pages in neat rows, but the entries were incomprehensible. Leila couldn’t find a single familiar word, only incoherent combinations of letters. Why would anybody fill an entire notebook with some meaningless gibberish?

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted with laughter. "I wasn't aware Ms. Sachs was the type to admit her mistakes. Henry was head over heels for you back then, but you still slept with his best friend. You didn't think you were wrong back then, did you?" "Are you sure you aren't just going back to Henry because he's rich now? I can't believe you're that cheap!" A chill ran down my spine at that moment. Under the flickering lights, I looked at Henry directly. I could see the sarcasm and mockery on his face.

Somehow, am I being delusional? I put down the lifts and removed my pods. “Hey, did I disturb you?” Fuck that voice. It was so deep! I had to squeeze my legs for a quiet time because I could feel my pussy pumping in! This is not the right time to feel horny, Frances! “Not really.” I roamed around the gym and saw that there were only a few people this time. “This is the first time I see you here. I guess you are new here, then.”

One day, Donna suddenly told me that she was closing the coffee shop for a day and invited me out to dinner with her. She looked at me secretively and asked, "Skye, would you like to own and run your own coffee shop?" I didn't quite get what she was trying to say. "Are we opening up a new branch?" I asked. Donna shook her head. "I'm planning to leave." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Donna was the first person who had shown me kindness after coming to this new place. She was also the first friend I had ever made in my life.

Tris asked, trying to sound neutral. The man leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The book of Erebus. It's an ancient text, said to hold the secrets of the universe." Anne and Tris exchanged a stunned glance. They had never heard of such a book, and they certainly didn't have it in their collection. "I'm afraid we don't have that book," Tris said, trying to sound firm but polite. "And even if we did, I'm not sure we could just hand it over to you. There are procedures and protocols to follow."

The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with an unsettling silence that hung like a shroud over the gathered assembly. A heavy book lay open on the table, its pages empty, yet it seemed to pulse with a hidden power, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets. Around the book stood a group of figures, their faces obscured by the darkness that clung to the corners of the room. Each of them carried the weight of their master's will, and none dared speak as they awaited the signal.

Her voice was polite, but there was something about the way she asked that made Sarah’s stomach twist slightly. “I attended Westbridge University. I studied management consulting,” Sarah answered, keeping her voice steady. “Interesting,” Vivian said, swirling her wine glass. “And your family?” Sarah hesitated for only a fraction of a second. “I grew up in an orphanage.” Vivian’s expression remained composed, but the slight upward tilt of her chin gave her away. “Oh.” She said it with such finality that it sent a wave of discomfort through Sarah. Sarah’s grip on her fork tightened slightly. She knew that ‘Oh’ carried a wealth of meaning, judgment, doubt, perhaps even disapproval.