Vanishing Half Book Novels & Stories

I tear it open, rabid with the taste of hope. But the hope dies just as fast. It vanishes in the most confusing way possible, because the book, much like the rest of Hale’s room, is absolutely empty. There is simply nothing in it.

“It seems you’re making this a habit. Perhaps I should give you a massage today as well, go undress now.” His gaze dropped for a moment, landing on the open book lying next to me on the bed. Damien chuckled softly, his laughter rich and deep like a quiet storm rolling in. “That book,” he remarked, shaking his head, “is full of half-truths. Only a handful of those things have any basis in reality.” “Really?” I countered, my curiosity piqued despite myself. Sliding off the bed, I picked up the book and held it in my palm, examining its worn cover as if the answers to the universe might suddenly reveal themselves.

And Emm? ”Yes?” ”Can you cook something for us to eat? Since by the time Emily and me are ready with these books we will be dying from hunger.” ”Ok ! Any preferences?” ”As long as it's edible, and we shall also have something to eat I don't have any. What about you Rose?” ”Hmmm... as far as I can think I also don't have any preferences.” ”Well then good luck with the books and see you later!” ”Thanks! And see you during lunch!”

Vanessa admitted slowly, “was edited.” Silence. Then Ethan looked up sharply. “What?” Vanessa nodded. “Somebody cut out the second half.” Lila frowned in confusion. “Why?” Vanessa looked directly at Ethan. “Because the second half ruins the narrative.” Nobody spoke. The tension in the parking lot suddenly shifted completely. “What happens in the second half?” Lila asked quietly. Ethan looked trapped now. Vanessa answered before he could stop her. “He admits he likes you.” Silence. Real silence.

"Give me my share of the pack's assets, and I'll leave this territory for good. You'll never see me again." Marcus's expression immediately shifted to concern. "What are you talking about? This is always going to be your home." I laughed like I'd heard a joke. "Home? The day my mother died, I stopped having one." Marcus went rigid. "Name your price," I said. "I want what's mine." He was quiet for a long time, then let out a theatrical sigh. "What are you so upset about this time? Fine. We'll give you half a million to clear your head, take a little trip."

Then, when he turned to me, the smile vanished, and he said flatly, "You see how things have turned out. We can talk about the recipe later. You're coming home with me now." "Home?" I laughed until tears spilled down my face. "How do you expect me to go back, Vincenzo? Am I supposed to watch you and her play the happy couple? Watch as my work is stolen from me? Watch as you two play me like a fiddle?" "Isabella, mind your place!" Vincenzo growled, his voice cooling and carrying the authority of the Don. "This is the Villo family's banquet. Don't humiliate yourself with this scene."

"The blood of the First Wolf cannot be destroyed. It can only be passed. From parent to child. From generation to generation. But when two half-bloods unite—when the broken blood joins with the broken blood—the First Wolf is reborn." I read the words again. And again. And again. "Elif?" I looked up. Niklas stood in the doorway, his chest bandaged, his face etched with concern. "What is it?" he asked. I held out the scroll. He walked over and read it, his face paling. "'When two half-bloods unite,'" he read aloud, his voice hushed. "'The First Wolf is reborn.'" "Neither of us is a half-blood," I said, my voice uncertain. "Not really. You're pureblood. I'm… whatever I am."

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

His teeth cut deep into her hand, leaving a scar that still hadn't faded. And now? None of it mattered. Everything she'd done couldn't compare to Cindy. Vanessa let out a bitter laugh. *** The next day, Vanessa went to the hospital alone for a follow-up appointment to check her recovery after the abortion. After the exam, she stepped out with a colleague—and walked straight into Scott and Cindy. Cindy was holding a pink maternity booklet, the kind given to expectant mothers for routine checkups. Vanessa recognized it instantly. Her colleague, unaware of the tangled mess between them, smiled at Scott and Cindy.

It felt good. I grabbed one of the novels she'd left behind and ripped out the pages before shredding it and letting it fall pitifully to the ground like dead leaves. The book wouldn't do. I searched for anything breakable and ruined it, one by one, the next. And the next. All of them. Every memory, everything lucid dream, every fucking thing that made my heart thunder. I ruined it all and when I'd finally destroyed everything that could be destroyed, I stood, breathing heavily, and stared at the carnage on the floor.