Wonderstruck Novel Novels & Stories

but since we’re in the middle of sea, where an enchanted place can be found, guess there’s no weird thing here ‘coz this is a whole different world. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply before making my wish. “I wish——this is all just a dream!” then I opened my eyes but nothing happened. I was thinking maybe it’ll take a moment but after counting a minute in my mind, still nothing. So I tried wishing again. “I wish———” I exhales deeply. I was thinking about wishing to come back in my body but half of me wants Grandpa back to life too. I want Grandma happy and the people of Rue City too for the sake of Strawberry’s Coffee Shop even it’ll not include me around anymore. I still don’t know wher

He returns to the office just in time, only to find his client waiting impatiently. As Welbeck begins his presentation, he feels more anxious. The client seems distracted, and Welbeck has a hard time maintaining focus. Suddenly, the client gives him a strange book and asks him to read it. Welbeck was taken aback by this sudden request but decided to comply with it, thinking it might be related to the project they were working on. As he tries to make sense of the mystical knowledge gained from the book, Welbeck finds himself drawn into a world of conspiracies and secrets. He soon realizes that he's not the only one who has stumbled upon the book's hidden secrets, and his life is in grave dang

"You once asked me..." "...whether an Author controls the story." The voice paused. "You were wrong." "The story chooses the Author." Adrian looked around. "The Stranger?" No answer came. Only silence. Then... the floor beneath the First Study trembled. A deep pulse echoed through the walls. Not violent. Rhythmic. Like a giant heart awakening beneath reality. The White Book floated into the air. Its cover opened without warning. Instead of words... it showed a map. A map unlike any Adrian had seen before.

I was ready to build a life. I pulled up to the house on Madison, a little run-down but nothing too sketchy. I parked, got out, walked up the steps, and knocked. An older woman opened the door and smiled. “Come in.” I stepped inside, cautious but not alarmed. Then the door shut behind me, and everything went black. — When I woke up, pain pulsed through my skull like a war drum. My head throbbed, and my wrists were cuffed behind me, linked to a rusted radiator in some damp, musty-ass basement. My mouth was dry. My body ached.

“You’re saying… our world was born from something worse?” The stranger gave a slow nod. “The sky you see is a lock.” Aria stared upward again. “And something locked away is trying to break out.” The stranger’s voice turned grim. “It has always tried.” Another violent tremor rippled through the valley. The geometry above them suddenly burnt brighter. Then, something dreadful happened. One of the glowing lines snapped. A thin crack of pure white light crossed the surface of the lattice like a single crack in a glass. Dax cussed.

She looked at Nora and Kael as if they were total strangers. ​"Can I help you find a book?" Mia asked, her voice sweet and hollow. "We just got a new shipment of 'Billionaire Sci-Fi'." ​Nora’s heart stopped. The "Hard Reboot" hadn't saved them. It had Fragmented them into a world where their enemies were their neighbors and their family were strangers.

However, over time, I did start to miss home. I was surprised; I hadn’t expected Jace to notice. “But will the others agree? “Most of the pack is from the South. Many of them ended up here with no choice. “It’s time to go home. “And… I want to go back there with you.” The sincerity in his eyes moved me. Not long after, the pack set out for the South. I only told a few close friends I was returning. But on the day I arrived at the port, I saw Leon.

The density of the shifting wolves hindered the male's pursuit, yet her own disorientation allowed him to bridge the gap. Sensing a predator's heavy tread right behind her, Avery’s panic spiked. She reached out and grabbed the thick wool cloak of a tall stranger nearby, her voice a desperate rasp. "Please... protect me." Hudson, startled by the sudden contact, had an instinctive impulse to shake off the intruder. But the terror in her scent, the slight tremor of her frame, held his wolf in check. A stray tear fell onto his hand. She was weeping—not out of manipulation, but genuine despair.

Clara walked with Seren leaning on her arm and Morwen at her side, and the notebook in her bag was warm against her back, and the watcher was watching. The story was not over. It had just entered a new chapter. End of Chapter 59

Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered. I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries. As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head. Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window. Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered. I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.