The Stolen Chapters Read Online Free Page B
Author: James Riley
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CHAPTER 10
S omeone was trying to steal Owenâs life, and there was nothing Owen could do about it.
âYour life is mine now,â said the story thief, a brown-haired boy wearing the exact same T-shirt, the exact same jeans, and the exact same face as Owen.
âNo!â Owen tried to shout, but he couldnât move or talk. His body just wouldnât respond.
The duplicate leaned in, hands reaching out for Owen . . .
And thatâs when Owen woke up with a start.
Wait, heâd been asleep! It was just a dream ! A scary, sweaty, awful dream.
Owen wanted to laugh. âIt was all a dreamâ was the worst possible ending to any story, but right now, it definitely felt comforting. It had felt much too real, though he supposed that was dreams for you. Owen ran his hands over his sheets, happy to still be in bed.
Except his sheets felt a lot like carpet, and he wasnât lying on a pillow.
Also, his carpet-feeling sheets were orange for some reason.
âUh?â Owen said. He picked his head up a bit from the carpet, only to wince and drop his head back to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut. A huge ache pounded through his temples, and everything smelled weirdly smoky.
He tried opening his eyes again, but even the little bit of light in the room caused his
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                terrified                                                Â
CHAPTER 10
S omeone was trying to steal Owenâs life, and there was nothing Owen could do about it.
âYour life is mine now,â said the story thief, a brown-haired boy wearing the exact same T-shirt, the exact same jeans, and the exact same face as Owen.
âNo!â Owen tried to shout, but he couldnât move or talk. His body just wouldnât respond.
The duplicate leaned in, hands reaching out for Owen . . .
And thatâs when Owen woke up with a start.
Wait, heâd been asleep! It was just a dream ! A scary, sweaty, awful dream.
Owen wanted to laugh. âIt was all a dreamâ was the worst possible ending to any story, but right now, it definitely felt comforting. It had felt much too real, though he supposed that was dreams for you. Owen ran his hands over his sheets, happy to still be in bed.
Except his sheets felt a lot like carpet, and he wasnât lying on a pillow.
Also, his carpet-feeling sheets were orange for some reason.
âUh?â Owen said. He picked his head up a bit from the carpet, only to wince and drop his head back to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut. A huge ache pounded through his temples, and everything smelled weirdly smoky.
He tried opening his eyes again, but even the little bit of light in the room caused his
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