What The Hell Did I Just Read Book Novels & Stories

The biggest embarrassment of my life. As I gently took possession of the book, I suddenly got the urge to tear it all apart. Maybe that'll fix my doubts about it and the bad energy I'm receiving from it. I opened it to a random page ready to just rip it off but before I could do that, a noise coming from my phone sounded. I received a text message. I didn't recognize the number so I became more skeptical as I read the message. Stalker: Don't do whatever you're about to do.

When he said it, my brain couldn't help but explode inside. Is he kidding me right now? Oh, well, I can always talk back as well. "You know what to do—fuck you and fuck everything else about you." You think I am not the one who relaxes? Before my life was taken away from me because of something that I don't even know about, you thought I was not a relaxing human. Did I ever have a reason to be this annoyed and confused? No. It is a fucking no! I screamed at him. Hillary remains focused on the road, his lips pressed together to form a little pout. "Have you started reading the book I gave to you?" His journal, he meant?

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

I stood up, getting nearer to the book spot but not touching it. I read the text in the book. "You're Locked." it says. I don't know if I should roll my eyes to it's obviousness but yeah, I am locked here undeniably sticker and I knew it already. The book turn to another page again and stops. " And you're looking for something to solve so you can get out of here." My knees are shaking and my eyes widened. How did it know I'm thinking it? It turns to other pages again which seems like it's answering my thoughts and it's terrifying. "It's because I can read you. "

She lets out a cry of pleasure, while he licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. “Urgh!” I groan and close my eyes. Every single frickin time it’s the same. I can’t even read a trashy book without thinking of him. It’s not easy hating someone. I press my legs together to dissolve the aching itch that forms between them as I throw the stupid book on the ground. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Melaena!” She’s using my full name for effect. “Stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react.

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

I said as she gave me a look, then she nodded her head. “Okay boss, whatever you like. Fifteen minutes.” “Thank you.” I said as I closed the door. Lydia wasn't in my office anymore and I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed my phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, I went straight to the reading app and I saw Inked Heart heart The book loaded instantly, like it had been waiting for me. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” My chest tightened again. “Why does that title sound worse today?” I muttered.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

What the hell? The wind stopped but still I didn't move expecting something to happen but nothing did. Frowning, I turned back to the book but the pages were blank. I picked it up, the line on my temples burrowed deeper, I kept turning the pages but they were all blank… every single one. I flipped through, faster and faster, but they were all empty now. The handprint was gone. The words and pictures vanished. “What the hell…?” It made no sense. Maybe I was hallucinating or my mind was playing tricks on me.

I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. eight fucking dicks? I feel the floor drop out from under me when a thought occurs to me. thought. My fucking soul mate thinks I read this shit. There's only one, maybe two men brave enough to do this shit to me.