Book Hood Novels & Stories

“There!” There’s a flash coming from her lighter, then a shadow fills the room. A man in a hood comes up the stairs, and for a moment they seem to have a confrontation. She tries to back out into the door, but the man grabs her by the neck, takes out a blade, and starts to strangle her. The hood has very specific design on the back. A silver arrow pointing up. I can’t watch. “Turn it off!” Andy obeys all too gladly, slamming on the keyboard to stop the video. “All of you can go now.”

Needed to. But fear kept her rooted to the bench. What would happen next? To her mother? To her? She didn’t know. She only knew she couldn’t move. From the far end of the park, Liam jogged into view, breath ragged, hoodie clinging to his sweat-soaked skin. He slowed beneath a tree, hands braced on his knees— When he heard it. A sob. Faint. Broken. He looked up. And saw her. _____________ She thought she was alone.

That single overhead bulb throwing yellow light like it was trying to warm the place with sheer effort. It was small. Rough. Kinda sad. But it was mine. I crouched next to a box and yanked out my favorite mug—chipped, faded, proudly obnoxious with its cracked lettering that read: My last fuck flew off on a broomstick. Still standing. Same. I hadn’t taken much. Just the shit that felt like me—a stack of dog-eared books, the hoodie that still smelled like bonfires, my cast iron pan, and the pillow that didn’t make my neck scream every morning. Everything else? Fuck it. Let it rot back in that suburban mausoleum.

Theo said and glancing back at the graveyard with red eyes went from there. (That day, Nathan took the fun-loving Theodore with him.) Four years later:- A person shown tied on a chair, his head was hung low, and he was in a semi-conscious state. The room in which he was tied was empty. Suddenly he heard the door opening sound. He looked above and with half-opened eyes; he looks towards the person who entered inside. The person was wearing a black hoodie; he walked towards him and came under the light hanging above him. “Please, leave me,” he said, on which the hoodie person gave him a sinister smile and said, “Did you leave him? When he was getting stabs from you?” Hoodie person said, and wi

He scratched his forehead and turned the book over, reading its name. "Under The Dome," he answered, showing her its cover. It was a large book, one that she had seen in Sophie's collection before but had never picked up. "It's by Ste-" he was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. "Sorry, one second," she said, reaching for the device on the side table. Picking it up, she saw it flashing with her mom's name. Arder sighed and walked outside to take the call. "Mom?" she asked after pressing the large green answer button.

The short ride from school is so familiar that I barely look around, keeping my eyes on the road. Still, something catches my eye. A bunch of guys turning into a narrow alley. Nothing special, just a group of schoolkids heading home. Except that one of them is wearing a “Fake Drug” hoodie. A black one. Like the one Raven had on this morning. It’s not like he’s the only one wearing such hoodies, and it’s not like I’m supposed to follow him around. I’m not his babysitter.

Robert came rushing into the room, throwing his shoe on at the same time. “Robert! This view! It is absolutely breath taking.” She placed her hand on the window pane. The room looked out over a beautifully gardened backyard with black iron fencing. There were a few carved statues of beautiful woman gracing each corner of the yard. But past that was rolling hills and tree tops. The sun had just stared to rise in the East and it lit up the city scape miles away, like a beautiful watercolor. “This view makes the house Robbie.” She was in awe.

END OF FLASHBACK. Hannah was shocked to learn that the man was Clyde. Hannah's fist was clenched in rage. Clyde was viewed like a burglar who had stolen her priceless books. But she recognizes that she has no control over the situation. The strong devour the weak, and she will always be crushed, even if she does not want to be. When she met Clyde in the bookstore, he appeared to be a little different. He's a genius at disguise.

A loud pounding of feet was heard behind the solid wooden door and it slowly creaked open, a middle-aged man looking expectantly at the girls. Izzy took a deep breath and said softly, "We would like to petition the Council to release us from the Hunt." A growl sounded from down the hall. Izzy looked down the hall and saw three men headed their way. The man walking in front was glaring at her menacingly, but she couldn't take her eyes away from his face. She saw his piercing stare and it held her in place. She squeezed Kate's hand impossibly hard and willed herself to look at the council man behind the door. It took incredible effort, but she succeeded. The man standing at the door looked aro

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.