Novel & Cerita Zapped Book

"Hey, Zoey, do you know what fiber is in your body?" "Girls!" Zita suddenly shouted. "What was that? Did you just see some vision?" I asked. Her eyes popped out like a dead fish, and her mouth was wide open like a door of death. "Let's find it, we have to find that book, else, things wouldn't go out the way it was supposed to," Zita admonished with a serious look scarring her entire face. "We are spending hours here, while the seconds are ticking by in our real world," she added.

Zoey said softly, before her daughter released the book onto her hand. Together, they flopped themselves into the couch, Zoey took a deep breath, before flipping the pages. It was exactly the book that they were looking for when they went to Aunt Violet's house. The book was missing when they reached her bookshelf, so why in the hell was she holding the same book? "What's the book about, mommy?" Zara peered her eyes into the book. Zoey turned towards her daughter, "It's a record of all the Harts finance, Harts children, and everyone who's registered under the name, Harts."

Before Macy could hang up, Zara quickly said, "Mrs. Webb, you've been so kind to us. When are you free? I'd love to take you out for a meal." Macy asked, "How about dinner at our place?" "Sounds good, but I'm swamped right now. I'll get in touch once I'm free." "Okay, take care." Zara hung up and let her hand fall to her side. She tapped her phone thoughtfully. Feeling bored, she grabbed a book from the shelf and flopped onto the couch to read. She was lost in The Da Vinci Code, and the morning flew by. The room was cozy due to the warmth from the floor, making her feel sleepy as her tiredness caught up with her.

Author P.O.V. “Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her fingers brushed over a particularly dusty volume. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet. Behind her, Zazu sat curled up on the couch, swirling wine in her glass with a smirk playing on her lips. She watched Casey with mild amusement. “So let me get this straight. You are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter.

It was spooky, yet it was nothing Zara couldn't handle. Out of nowhere, the siren of police cars reverberated throughout the space. Zara's heart gave a shriek. Tbc… Ik you gonna hate me more after this. But you can't put the book down. You'll know what I mean soon in the coming chaps! *evil smirk*

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

Jana says and picks up her book, "Disobeying her could still end up with your head on that spike you're so much avoiding." "Fine," Zara says after a few seconds, sighing subtly, "I'll be here by dusk. Try not to run away this time." With that, she nods Jana goodbye and walks towards the door but turns around once she sets her hand on the door handle. "Before I forget," she snaps her fingers and a book appears on the counter. "Sorry for the delay in return." My eyes widen as I recognize it to be the history book I borrowed from the library on my first visit.

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

I was packing my hospital bag, weighed down by my belly, when I noticed a note sitting on the table. 'Babe, there's a planetary alignment that only happens once every 77 years and I just got pulled through a time portal. Don't miss me. See you when I see you.' The bag slipped from my hands and hit the floor. My husband, Jasper Wynn, had snuck off again behind my back, abandoning his wife who was days away from giving birth. In our three years of marriage, the excuses he came up with were getting more and more ridiculous than the last.