Novel & Cerita Zapped Book

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

I needed the distraction. “Found it!” Zain’s voice echoed in the small space and I thanked the goddess. Sometimes life just has a way of working things out for you. Zain turned towards me with a book that had to have the width the size of my head. I swallowed, hoping that it wasn’t some new diary. As though Zain could read my mind, he held the book up showing the front page. Once I read its title, I was able to release a breath I didn't know that I had been holding.

Although I had no hope it would say anything I didn't already know, I flipped through the pages nevertheless. It took all but a few minutes to realize, I had been right. The book had nothing to offer. My search was still far from over, frustrated, I sighed flipping quickly through the pages. “You look like you’re about to rip that book in half.” I turned to see Zara leaning against a shelf, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. I hadn't heard her coming. “I just might,” I muttered, closing the book with a thud. “It’s a useless book, filled with lies and propaganda. Burning it would do it more justice.” letting my anger flow.

Now, if you don’t mind, I am in the middle of my book. He scoffed but the connection cut. I hadn’t realized Zayle caught me mind linking. Shaking my head, I looked back down at my book. It wasn’t really something he needed to know. Not yet anyways. Plus, it could just be a platform that they were going to use to embarrass us in front of the pack. Going back to my book, I continued to read as slid my feet under Zayle’s thigh. He sat back, moving his laptop to his lap so one hand could rub my leg. It was soothing and I smiled. Losing myself in the pages of my book.

With its enormous claws cutting through the air, it surged in her direction. With his blade slamming into its claws, Elias stopped it. He was thrown back by the power of the blow, but he refused to back down. "You must first pass through me!" Zara's resolve was redoubled as she opened her eyes. Gleaming symbols, each pulsing with energy, started to fill the book's pages. "I am ready, Elias!" She yelled. Unleashing the Power: A beam of light merged with the symbols on the pages as Zara held the pendant above the book. Outward, the energy surged, creating a wall between them and the beast.

From their isolated corner, Anna can hear distant voices and footsteps from other students scattered throughout the main section of the library. As soon as Zack is fast asleep, Anna stops her massage and takes a sip of her cappuccino. Then she slowly takes the muffin out of her purple backpack and softy unwraps it. She eats the muffin while revising her biology notes. After reading through her notes, she looked down at Zack’s sleeping face. She never imagined things would turn out like this. That Zack would ever willingly be so vulnerable around her or even talk to her about his mother. She feels a flutter in her chest, thinking about how much has changed between them, all thanks to one stup

Yours in plotting, Zera

"Why are you bleeding on a book? Is this some kind of weird ritual?" Micha and I exchanged a look. Right. Zaki wasn't supposed to be here. "Uh… Zaki," I began carefully, "could you maybe—" Before I could finish, his phone rang. "Oh," he said, checking it. "Duty calls." The moment the door shut behind him, Micha and I let out a breath of relief. The Living Book trembled. Its pages flipped open violently, golden letters rising into the air, glowing softly. > "I must say… it has been a while."

"Ethan Cole. CEO. Zara looked at his outstretched hand. The exact same hand that had once slipped a three-carat platinum diamond onto her finger. The hand Chloe now held every single night. With absolute, terrifying calm, Zara reached out and placed her hand in his. The second their skin made contact, a literal shock of electricity snapped between them. Ethan gasped out loud. His knees buckled. A brutal, blinding flash of a memory tore through the chemical suppressants in his brain. He saw a bookstore. He saw three heavy books falling to the floor. He saw a girl with dark hair looking up at him, arguing about Russian literature. Ethan staggered backward, dropping her hand as if her skin had