What Lies Below Book Novels & Stories

Ari nodded once. The city began to wake. And far below them, buried beneath lies and steel, Lower Containment waited… Unaware that the bonds it was built to break had finally remembered how to fight back.

The kind that warns you something terrible is coming. Albert reached for a folder lying on the table beside him. Slowly, carefully, almost reluctantly. Then he placed it in front of me. My gaze dropped to it. The folder was thick, packed with documents, evidence, secrets, and answers. Whatever was inside had the power to change everything. I looked back at Albert. My voice shook. "What's in there?" His expression hardened. And when he answered, his words sent terror racing through me. "The reason your family has been living a lie for seven years."

The only other place would be under the bed. I quickly get down on my knees and begin to look under the bed. Unfortunately, it's very dark, and I can barely see anything. I reach my hand under the bed trying to find the stupid pen but end up feeling a book instead. I furrow my eyebrows and reach for it; in the process, I see the pen and manage to grab it as well. I look down at the book and notice engraved letters. The letters are GR in cursive. I open the book and as I flip through it, I notice that it's a journal.

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

"Anyway, what is the story plot? Give us some heads up about the book so we wont be clueless when we entered." "Sure." Mary agreed. "The story title is 'Started With A Lie' and it is a modern royalty-romance book. The protagonists are Thallia and Rex. Thallia worked as a choreographer slash waitress slash librarian. In short, she's poor. She lives in a orphanage together with her liltle brother and many other abandoned kids. That's why she needed many sidelines to raise not only her brother but the other kids too. The male protagonist is Rex and he's a crown prince." "Crown prince? Like him?" Anastasia asked and pointed at Eliot.

And it seemed like the answer is now sitting in front of me. ~~~~~~~ ‘This is just too much. This is just too much. So the whole Children of Iniquities, child of darkness, child of light are all lies?!’ Layla jumped off her bed and paced around the room like a rabid dog. One hand clenched the book like it was her life support, and the other clutched her hair. Five chapters down, and it was like she was losing her mind. Like her whole world was crashing down yet rebuilding.

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

Let's go check this book out. LOGAN: (went to Anya's room, opened the wardrobe and brought out a book) ANYA: I still don't know how I didn't see that there all this while. (opened the book) This is like a magic book. LOGAN: It is a magic book. Here (opened the pages);I think you'll find this interesting. (stops at a page) This is exactly what we saw in the basement. We have a non-living legend in the basement.

I'll keep lying. I'll have to keep pretending to be Maria Davidson while Amelia Stone hides underneath the surface.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.