Who Moved My Cheese Full Book Novels & Stories

I love this book. I'm having a blast, reading my book, drinking my Coke, and eating my cheesy mushroom and sausage pizza. The wind feels lovely on my bare legs, shoulders, and face. I am so engrossed in my book that I don't see who is standing in front of me. Before I can look up, he has dropped to his knees on my blanket. I feel my panic starting to rise.

She had hoped that we could have our meal in the style of a picnic in the backyard, but it began to rain shortly after I arrived, so we ended up having our meal in the living room rather than the backyard. After my workout, my appetite was over the roof, and I tore through everything she put in front of me while she explained me the names of the various cheeses and fruits. It would appear that her mother hosted a few wine and cheese parties, and her daughter had picked up a lot of information about cheese as a result. It was simply incredible. Well, with the exception of the brie. That piece of filth was revolting. To some extent, it made me think of feet.

Slowly I tried to move the shelf, cursing when I realised it was bolted to the wall. Fucking great. Going over to the kitchen, I searched around until I found the toolbox Grandma Amy kept. Taking out what I needed, I returned to the shelf and began to undo the bolts that held it to the wall. Twenty minutes later, I was able to move it away from the wall, nothing. Fuck, that was a waste of time! I was about to turn away when my gaze fell on a slight uneven floorboard that looked loose. Crouching down, I used the screwdriver to pry it up. Looking inside, my gaze instantly fell on the old, cracked leather-bound book that lay inside.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, that’s what the story is about,” I told him. Then the bell rang, I stood up and I walked as fast as I can hoping that I wouldn't run into him anymore. It's lunchtime currently, I took my food which is a slice of cheese pizza and a box of milk. Then I looked for an empty spot. I found one at the back of the room so I went there. I placed my tray on the table and my bag on the floor, then I sat on the chair and took a bite of my cheese pizza. I took the book that I was reading and then I opened it and read as I ate my pizza.

They probably didn't know the Alpha checks up on them whilst they slack during training. I moved to the bookshelf that was on the left and a certain book caught my eye. It was old with no cover, I got curious so I tried to take it out. I couldn’t pull it out but I felt a creak as the shelf moved and I gasped in shock. A secret room, I don’t know why but something was calling out to me deep inside the dark room.

Could it be that it needed it as well? I inserted the other key as well and it stayed it. I heard the safe shift, before it completely sled to the other side. My brows raised unintentionally. So this was where the book was kept? Behind Julius' portrait? I moved to the first portrait and tried shifting it to see if there was anything behind it as well, but it was impossible to move it. It was completely embedded to the wall. I dusted my hand before moving to Julius' portrait again. Taking the book out, I checked the cover design and saw the exact necklace that was in my hand on the book. It was a pretty huge book. What exactly did this book have to say about the necklace?

I murmured to Mina, grabbing a chunk of cheese with my good hand. * * *

My fist folded in happiness, and a smile landed on my face. I couldn’t be happier that I had finally found something to keep me company. In excitement, I reached for a book on the upper part of the shelf, but what happened next took me aback. The shelf moved on its own, shifting slightly to the left. I took a cautious step back, my heart pounding. A door was revealed behind it. “What is this?” I whispered to myself, my eyes widening. I hesitated between moving closer and just returning the book so the shelf could close back. I decided it would be best to return the book, but curiosity took the best of me, and I walked forward to touch the door.

I shake my head and move on. Walking to the wall where I saw the picture moving, I feel around. At first, it seems like an ordinary wall. But then, I realize there’s a slight separation between panels. This doesn’t seem right. Looking at the bookshelves close by, I begin to tip books up, looking for the strangest ones first, the most worn ones, the biggest ones. I pull on a book that says, “How to Win at War,” and I hear the creaking noise again.

At four I go to the kitchen. I've prepared one thing and one thing only, which is within my actual capability. A cheese board assembled with the specific things she likes, the aged manchego, the honeycomb, the marcona almonds, the fig jam Mrs. Kowalski taught me to find at the right deli. Simple and exactly right. I bring it to the coffee table. She looks at it for a moment. Then at me. "You remembered everything," she says. "I paid attention." She reaches for the manchego first, which I knew she would, and I open the bottle of wine I've had sitting since Tuesday and pour two glasses.