Bedlam Book Novels & Stories

Each one of them had their own different thoughts running through their brains of absolute confusion and disbelief , Claire was thinking that maybe she shouldn’t have matchmade Marg and Ashton or supported them to be together at the expense of their peace in the future or the peace of their child. She has always thought that maybe her sister and husband would have been alive but that is not the case , because what is done is done , there is no changing it or anything , she felt like she had to step up to the plate and take what karma was fishing them . Viklan was thinking about a book which is prophesied to be like the encyclopedia of all answers, that no matter what you ask it , the book wi

DOOM : our king don't give a shit about gold and treasures. AHMET whispered to ANGY ,JIVA and ROSY to make a distance between them and the group to cover them. AHMET : okay lead the way to treasures. DOOM was surprised. The little demon : ok sir (she was happy) She leaded the way into an abandoned castle, she pointed with her finger into this castle. AHMET ordered DOOM JIVA and GLORY to stay with her and he entered the castle alone. It was weird because the castle was empty but when he entered the basement, a magic cercle was in the middle, he approached to examine it , but the castle exploded.

"Well, yes. She is trapped with me. And you cant come, in...my dear Katrina," Althea spoke in such a venomous tone.Katrina and Darby both had enough. They were pissed.Can they do anything to get silly Alexandra out of the spelt tomb?"Alexandra. Come out at once," Katrina said."No, KK. I am safe inside with this book," she shook her head."What book, Alexandra?" Katrina asked unaware."The ancient book which has the names of all the witches who can defeat the evil.""You stay out of it, Alexandra. I will have everything sorted," Katrina tried to give her a secret hint but Alexandra was too naive to understand."Xandra, please come out," said Darby."Azazel is going to kill me and get this book. I

I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door. There was nothing but dim yellow light illuminating the corridor outside. I began making my way toward the forbidden third floor that Claudia had mentioned in nothing but a shirt. Upon reaching the third floor, the things I saw were nightmare-inducing, to say the least. Tons of cages crowded the area. Women could be seen trapped inside them. All of them were naked. But their nudity did nothing to enhance their sexuality. They were being kept in those cages like dogs. All of them were huddled together for warmth. Everything they did—be it eating, drinking, or excreting—was done in the

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

“Start explaining, or I swear I’ll—” The entire facility shook violently. Lights burst overhead, showering sparks. Damien grabbed my hand. “Earthquake?” Alexander’s face went gray. “No.” A deep, metallic groan echoed through the structure, followed by a rumbling roar that made my bones vibrate. The ceiling split. Through the crack, I could see not sky—but darkness. Moving darkness. It pulsed like a living thing. “What is that?” I breathed. Alexander’s voice was almost reverent. “Sector Zero has awakened.”

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

“Good morning everyone. As some of you might already know, I’m professor Astor, but you can call me Elio. I’m your assistant professor for modern literature.” While the guys mummured about how chill their professor was, the girls giggled at his handsome masculinity. Except Vanessa of course. She was mortified. It felt like they were doing something wrong. How would she explain that Professor Astor had seen her naked in a tub before, or that he had picked her rose toy off the floor? She just hoped that she would be able to survive this. Since she got to Brooklyn, she had been going through one drama or the other. While she didn't entirely hate her experience, she was mortified by it. Now that

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.