Adult Dystopian Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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Anna’s apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain against the window. It was just past midnight, and she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor in an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Twenty-three years old, working at the dusty bookstore downtown, and tired of her boring, safe little life. No boyfriend. No excitement. Just books and fantasies that made her blush when she read them alone at night. Tonight felt different. She had found the old leather book two days ago in the basement of the store, hidden behind broken shelves. No title. Just strange symbols on the cover and thick yellow pages filled with Latin. Something about it called to her. She brought

made of pure, white static. ​"Welcome to the 'Young Adult' Sector, Nora," the man whispered. "The Publishers decided the 'Billionaire Romance' was too predictable. They’ve commissioned a 'Dystopian Re-Imagining'. And your son is the Antagonist." ​Leo looked at Nora, and his eyes weren't green or amber anymore. They were Solid Silver.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

The other girls immediately crawled over and licked up the mess — cleaning Emma’s body, drinking the mixed cum and squirt from the floor like obedient pets. Ryan looked down at the three well-bred, exhausted girls surrounded by seven satisfied men. “You’re all mine now,” he said calmly. “Every single day you’ll come back begging to be used and bred. The hypno app stays forever. You’ll never remember how it started… but you’ll never want it to end.” Emma, still panting with cum on her lips and squirt glistening on her skin, looked up at her stepbrother with glassy, adoring eyes and whispered hoarsely:

Well, I can spend almost a whole day in a huge bookstore. Angelo picked a post-apocalyptic book about survival and zombies. I’ve seen him watching a zombie television series last time. Maybe he’s into those kinds of books until now. On the other hand, I picked a cozy high fantasy with a low-stakes book. I’ve read a lot of things about this book on the internet. But ever since we moved to the town, it is not feasible to reach a bookstore. This is the perfect time to read the book along with a drink that we’re going to order.

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The ones who buried me. Slipping into boys' shorts, I washed my feet under the running water, gathered the clothes I had on, throwing them in a nearby dumpster I saw. The city was emptied, I expected it to be crawling with people but how could it when they were afraid. The only thing disturbing the streets was the two circulating drones, roaming the night skies with searchlights, what are they looking for. Bracing my back against the wall, I looked around the corner, I needed help, yes, but I have a gut feeling that I don't want it from those guys, considering the stories Maurice told me about W.I.K.D. Veering paths to leave, my face and a gun muzzle were a few meters away and standing behin