Zapped Book Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” 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.

Running my fingertips along the spines of the books arranged neatly in rows on the bookshelf brings back so many fond memories. “Oh wow…it’s still here…” I gasped in surprise as my finger traced the spine of a very familiar book. “What is?” Zak asked gently as he came to stand next to me. I quickly covered the spine of the book with both of my hands. “Do you remember…this book?” I asked Zak. Zak let out a small chuckle as he smiled alluringly at me. “Of course. ‘The Double Helix’,” Zak replied without a second thought.

"We should check it. Now." I stood and pulled the drawer open, carefully lifting the ancient book and placing it on the table between us. The Living Book lay still. Silent. Waiting. Minutes passed. Then an hour. Nothing happened. I tapped the cover lightly. Still nothing. My brows furrowed. After a moment of hesitation, I took out a needle, pricked my finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto the cover. Zaki stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "Why are you bleeding on a book? Is this some kind of weird ritual?"

" I, I. I don't know. This is my first time so I was hoping you'd help me out." "Come with me." He let me go instantly and turned back the way he came from. It took me a few seconds before I could grasp was going on. Noah freaking Sage was going to give me a book to read! What were the chances that he'd give me a book with something that could help us investigate?" "Zero." Zoe replied, bursting my bubble. I pouted as I felt my ray of hope walk out the door. Noticing my change in mood, she continued. " What? You didn't think it'd be thar easy, did you?"

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

I'll call you when we're done. Other students began to fill the auditorium, making the place although slowly, noisier and hotter in temperature. A fat student that had the shape of an hard-boiled egg sat in the seat next to him minutes before they commenced. Behind his sat a girl with eyeglasses so thick he suspected they were bulletproof. She had an awfully small nose that reminded him of rats. In the seat before him was another girl that looked so thin it reminded him of someone with a terminal disease.

“Zephyr made a huge discovery on his grimoire.” At Lizzie’s cue, Zephyr placed the book that was beside him at the table. He opened it and turn the pages until he had reached the end of the book. It was blank. There were no writings on the last page, it was not even a page, it was the void space at the back of the cover. “What about it?” Amilia asked. “Look, the story ended saying about the heritage of the girl that was cursed. There was no next page when we read it but see this.”

“I’ll be damned if I’m taken naked again.” She couldn’t explain why she found his comment amusing, but she did. He gave her an odd look at the sound of her faint giggle, but said nothing as he quickly pulled on his clothes. They’d just finished pulling on their boots when a zombie -who had once been a male human- burst out of the brush. For a zombie, its speed was fairly quick, which led them to believe that it was advanced. It completely ignored them as it headed for the deer.