Blown To Bits Book Novels & Stories

Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text sacrificing itself in a puff of code‑ash. I felt the Authors’ intent in the way the world shifted. Not commanding me. Backing me. Like a crowd leaning against the same door I was trying to shoulder open. “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight. The hum surged, like a pleased laugh in fifty different voices. The administrator did not laugh. Its mass jerked as the invisible pushes hit. Screens knocked askew tried to snap back into formation and failed. A page‑cluster on one

I stole it from him because he forbids me of touching his things in his workplace. The book title was "Beauty In Immortality", I wondered what is it all about but my forehead wrinkled when nothing was written inside the book. All of the pages were blank. I throw it in my bed and days passed. I opened it and started to see some words slowly written on the first page. It was magical like it was a book of magic. It was also creepy but I was interested and there I read a weird story that I realized was talking about me.

" He gritted in between his teeth and harshly disconnect the call. *** Somewhere in the city of Italy. Blaze flew the door wide entering inside his apartment. He strides towards his cupboard and roughly opened it. He doesn't care if the door breaks away from the hinges. The burning lava within him wants to end everything. With murderous eyes he watched the shelves. Each one full of books he purchased but never read a single page. He was never a book worm. In fact he hates books but to impress her and initiate conversation making an excuse of purchasing books he use to visit her shop and bought it.

One was written by Colleen Hoover and the other by an African writer Chinua Achebe. A huge mirror was placed at the center of the room, I moved closer to it, my eyes immediately widened at what I was seeing. Love bites were all over my body, most especially my neck region and chin, two huge ones were on my left breast. My nipples were swollen and tender. I looked in between my thighs and I saw a very huge one close to my feminine part. I realised it was what Grace interpreted as 'Till pu**y does us apart' I bit my lips hard, trying not to think much about it, I really wanted to know where I was. I went into the closet opposite me and pulled out a white shirt from the rolls of white shirt in

the man pleaded. "I do trust you. It's just that..." The man interrupted her. "Then let me do my stuff, okay?" "Okay," the woman agreed, sounding unconvinced. The person continued to mumble incoherent words that I couldn't comprehend. I was still thinking about the person sleeping until something cut it off. Or, rather, someone. As I regained consciousness, it felt like I had been struck by a billion volts of electricity. I saw the grim reaper waving at me, and I realized that my eyes were closed until I forced them open.

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

Someone screamed. I moved on instinct, grabbing the arm of a wolf lunging past me. “Stop!” He snarled, eyes wild, wrenching free. Kaelen shouted orders, voice cracking like thunder, but even he couldn’t command a fracture already splitting open. Draven vanished into the chaos. I stumbled back, heart hammering, lungs burning. The torches cast frantic shadows, turning familiar faces into masks of fury and fear. This was the spark. Not a revolution. A rupture.

“IT–IT CAN’T BE!” Rosa began ripping books down. Thick volumes crashed around the feet of the chair. She choked on her sobs, hands trembling as she threw them all, one after another into the flood, crying like a mad woman. Pages fluttered open like gaping mouths whispering secrets she didn’t want to hear. Rosa climbed down and sank onto her knees, dropping herself in between the dark books. “I don’t believe it!” she wailed, hands clawing through the open pages. “I don’t–I don’t believe it!”

Aaron’s pulse skipped. “Dog?” he muttered, laughing weakly at himself. “You’re just a dog. Go away.” He shook his head, muttering, shoving the thought down, dismissing it. Then came the first strike. Something heavy lunged from the shadows, jaws clamping down on his calf. Pain erupted, hot and shocking, teeth sinking deep. He screamed, stumbling backward, hands clawing at the fur, the weight, the bite. The taste of blood hit him instantly, coppery and sharp.

She just hated everything about the book store. She arrived a bit late at the bookstore. From the glass door, she could see Mr. Yamato handing a bundle of books to someone. She swallowed hard and got in. "There she is," Mr. Yamato said. "Hope you slept well." She heard a snigger and saw it was from the boy buying the books. He was quite good-looking, but she gave him a hard stare for his interference and sighed. "Come package this properly," Mr. Yamato said. "No, no, don't bother," the boy said, taking his backpack off his shoulders to put in the books. "I don't need more favours. Having these favourites is a bunch."