Book Generation Z Novels & Stories

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

Zoey said softly, before her daughter released the book onto her hand. Together, they flopped themselves into the couch, Zoey took a deep breath, before flipping the pages. It was exactly the book that they were looking for when they went to Aunt Violet's house. The book was missing when they reached her bookshelf, so why in the hell was she holding the same book? "What's the book about, mommy?" Zara peered her eyes into the book. Zoey turned towards her daughter, "It's a record of all the Harts finance, Harts children, and everyone who's registered under the name, Harts."

“They’ve definitely spared no expense. Fancy.” Nikola nodded appreciatively, but his expression remained subdued. “It’s nice. But it’s going to take more than new clothes and books to make this feel like home.” Zoe stepped inside, running her fingers over the soft fabrics of the clothing on the bed. A thick leather-bound book sat on top of the pile with her name embossed in silver on the cover. She opened it to find a detailed training plan for the weeks ahead, with schedules for combat lessons, strategy workshops, and magical theory classes.

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At me. “Just say what you want to say, Zeph. The floor is yours,” I demanded. “That’s enough,” Zarah spoke. “That’s why I already made a plan.” “Excuse me?” Amelia and I reacted and shared a look. “What do you mean, Zarah?” she asked. “I’m the book. Since they wanted the book back, then I’m turning myself—” “No fucking way, Zarah!” Her eyes glowed. “That’s the stupidest idea I’ve heard in a while.”

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He now needed to make his weird questions and curiosity so plausible to the ears, "It is for a new book that I am intending to write." "Just hearing of that for the first time. A new book. Do you write?" Ayden asked Zachary hurriedly, who was just looking at him so tenderly. Ayden was really surprised to know that his brother who hated doing anything, was writing a book. Wonders would never cease. "Yes. And i am trying to see if the scenerio, would be a perfect one for the male and female protagonist," Zachary grinned. The manner at which he had changed the entire situation, was so perfect beyond doubt to Ayden who was still looking puzzled.

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

But I know better. Zane’s first. I untie the ribbon and lift the lid. Inside is a dark brown leather sketchbook, thick and bound with gold-edged pages. It’s the kind he knows I like—unlined, raw, filled with potential. Nestled beside it is a set of graphite pencils in a metal case, engraved with my initials. Beneath that, a short note: For the hands that always create even when the heart breaks. No matter what happens, this world needs your voice—draw it loud.