What Lies Below Book Novels & Stories

"It's... a humming. Like a vibration trapped in the walls. It’s coming from beneath the floor." Caleb knelt beside her, his faint silver eyes catching a subtle shimmer on the wood. "There's a hollow space right under this board. Colin, can you feel it?" Colin closed his eyes, pressing his palms flat against the plank. A very dull, low copper glow pulsed from his hands, and with a soft click, the wood simply yielded, shifting until a secret compartment was revealed beneath. Inside lay a small, leather-bound book, its edges were green with mold, but the initials on the cover made my breath hitch.

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

But her Duke barely let her in the front door, let alone his torture chamber or near his lake of tears. Rolling over, she intended to bury her head under the pillow, but her eyes caught sight of a book on the floor, partially hidden by the bedclothes. It was a worn paperback with a cartoonish cover and bold lettering that read: “Downbelow Station.” It was the last thing she expected to find, leading her to wonder, in a somewhat twisted manner, if another lover had left it behind. She picked up the book and glanced inside. The front page revealed a bold inscription in what was reminiscent of a Victorian novel: “To Arthur, with love, L.” Neither the name nor the initial seemed to have any conn

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."

I sadly smile as I hold the most recent book in my bed. There is a firm knock before the door swings open. Cole looks at me with a cool smile. I know something has happened when he actually seeks out my presence. I try to not to show how excited I am to see him. He seems to sense my reluctance and grabs the book in my hand. “I have news about your Luna status!” Cole chirps, excitedly. I blink at him before turning my gaze at him. I start to feel foolish, of course Cole remembers me. He loves me. I nod my head slowly.

But I had much to learn here in the city. Despite how hard everyone tried to keep to themselves, they were all gossips. Harry was getting married this weekend to a girl his mother hated. The poor girl was as nervous as a cat in a thunderstorm. Then there was Jem who was cheating on his girl with Olivia. And the Harrison’s were in the middle of a nasty divorce. But beneath the shallowness there were secrets. And plans that no one was too keen on keeping a secret. But yet they were life changing. And they had to do with my people. “Did you hear Lisa Harris’ daughter is now under investigation?”

I had kept it. But the second chance had compounded far beyond what the promise covered. That was the part no one told you about second chances. They did not just fix what was broken. They built what was never possible in the first place. Silas's POV Adrian's book was published in spring. The title was simple. The Ground Beneath. It was what he had always talked about. The ground beneath the structures. The ground beneath the people who built them. The ground beneath who he was. The book was reviewed in four national publications within the first week.

POV EMMA BELLE The Deep-Rift lay beneath the roots of the Heart-Tree, a place where the logic of the surface dissolved into the raw, pressurized energy of the planet’s birth. The air was a thick, sulfurous haze, glowing with a dull, volcanic orange. Here, the gravity was so intense that the "Wild" felt like a physical weight on our shoulders.

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

I look up, masking my jitters, only to meet Artemis’ blue eyes looking down at me with a plain forced smile that seems tired for some reason. My tensed shoulder drops, and I let go of the pretense. “Oh… it’s you.” I say dully, though never pulling out the stolen book from the hiding spot. Securing it even further. “What are you doing?” He raises a brow, looking at me. “Reading, obviously.” “I see you’re reading a book on wolf biopsy upside-down?” I look at the book in my hands, and just as he had described, it’s a gory book with very vivid pictures of organs and the likes, turned upside-down, exposing my lie immediately.