Adrift Book Novels & Stories

It made sense to him that Adrian had lost his mind and had murdered these innocent families, those children. “Okay look at these. I found them in my father’s house after his funeral,” Adrian said and handed Robert three old books, bound in leather. Robert opened the first book and began to read. It held accounts of wolf sightings, transformation ceremonies, councils, people with powers, how to kill a wolf and much more. There were detailed drawings and Robert could tell by the faded ink that the books were old indeed. Adrian knew the truth.

I prayed that this gamble would buy me a second chance. Debris floated everywhere in the murky floodwater, dangerous objects drifting aimlessly, just waiting to injure anyone in their path. I was lucky—every time something rushed toward me, I managed to dodge at the last second. However, a wooden plank came barreling through the current, cutting through the water like a weapon aimed straight at me. My instincts kicked in, and I dove beneath the surface, holding my breath just in time to avoid the impact. I remembered that there had been a long gash on Victoria's arm when they recovered her body. It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank

Chapati was BITTER Everything was tasteless. Her life was BITTER. She lost interest in everything and drowned herself into the pool of loneliness, Madness, pain and BETRAYAL but accidentally one day, while scrolling phone, she came to know about E-books. She read a few books that were all horrible in a few parts that Adrija wanted to enter into the book and slapped the weak and dumb and clueless protagonists. After offended few writers, Adrija got blocked by the writers and later, few readers actually supported her comments on the writer's book. After this, Adrija thought to write for herself. She started getting peace in writing. She wrote a few short poems, songs and articles and currently

I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

"Give... it... to... me..." He began to pull. Lydia felt the child being dragged toward the surface of her skin. The agony was beyond anything she had ever known. It felt like her soul was being unspooled. "No," Lydia wheezed. She looked down at the basin. She saw the Discarded. She saw Kael holding a wounded child. She saw the smoke rising from the ruins of the only home these people had ever known. And then, she saw the engine room. Adrian was crawling out of the rubble. He was broken, his arm hanging at a useless angle, but he was looking up at her. He was screaming her name into the wind, his voice lost in the roar of the storm.

The library of the Ironfang Pack was usually a sanctuary of quiet contemplation, filled with the scent of aged parchment and the hushed murmurs of ancient knowledge. Now, under Adriana’s focused gaze, it felt like a sacred ground, a place where the truth of their lineage and power was being unearthed, piece by challenging piece. The air, though still carrying the faintest residue of the magical drain, was now infused with Adriana’s determination, her own inner fire pushing back against the lingering unease.

"Yes, ma, it will never happen again, I promise. There was an awkward silence as Esther rolled her bag and walked beside me. It was a silent trip home. It was a cool night, and the air was thick with the smell of autumn leaves. As we walked, our footsteps crunched on the crisp leaves that littered the ground. The moon was full, and its light bathed everything in a silvery glow. Stars twinkled in the sky above us, and I could hear the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. Everything felt still and quiet, as if the world had stopped to let us have this moment. The street lamps cast pools of light on the sidewalk, and the shadows danced around us as we walked. Our breath formed small clou

Author's POV Adrain couldn’t find peace—not even for a second. Sleep was a stranger now, and the silence of night had turned into a cruel tormentor. He paced like a man possessed, the soles of his shoes whispering across the hardwood floor, back and forth, again and again, as if movement alone could outrun the anguish tightening his chest. But the weight wouldn’t budge. It sat there—dense, cold, relentless. How could he rest when the only person who had ever made him feel whole—Matthew—was gone? Not dead. Not confirmed. Just... vanished. Like smoke into the wind.

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!