Book Mayhem Novels & Stories

Atlas’ POV (***THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME SELF-HARM. PLEASE SKIP IF THIS CAN BE TRIGGERING.***) Everything was dark and I realized I was in pain. I was laying on something hard and cold. It was definitely not my bed. “Atlas. Are you okay? What the fuck happened?” A familiar voice rang far away in my head. My body was being shaken violently. “Ah, shit! Wolfsbane? Are you crazy?!” The person in the room was moving around and I could hear the clanking of what sounded like glass. I realized I was face down on the ground, my lips pressed against the floor beneath me like I was fucking kissing it. What the fuck happened? I groaned from grogginess and confusion trying to figure out what was going o

Panic and frustration twist my insides. She isn't here! Beerus- There is nothing here! "Shut up! Shut the fuck up," I roar out loud before slamming my fist against the earth. The moist ground splits from the impact, and an echo sounds from underneath me, deep within the soil. My head tilts as my ears listen for a second, but my efforts are ruined as my pack catches up. Their loud pants and thundering paws drown out everything else, making my rage spike once more. I hold back my roar just as Jannah shifts.

I said then I felt Lucas shifted, then a sigh of amusement followed. "I thought I asked Daphne to contact someone to fix it," he wondered. Then I turned my head to the side to meet his eyes. I didn't want to admit it. That Lucas and I were comfortable like this. Me on a robe using his thigh as my pillow, and him looking serene for the first time since I met him. The calmness was scary. I've never been this calm, this...intimate. It scared me to my core. Usually for me, good things come to an end and are followed by something horrible. Which was why I refused to think that me and Lucas are okay. We might not wish the other's death right now but at the end of the day, Lucas will be loyal to hi

Emma hated violence, and she had never read a book detailing such raw brutality. But this wasn't just a mere book. Someone had written it—like a twisted, violent diary. She desperately wanted to believe that it was just a random story, but if it was just normal fiction, why was she so incredibly drawn to it? What was so odd and magnetic about that black book?

He then slowly proceeds to walk closer to it – my mind racing , wondering on what he is going to do ; what if the creature realises what he is doing and attacks before he does. The beast steps forward , growling at Xavier as he blocks the creatures view from me. The beast leaps , the force he of his body knocks the sword out of my husbands hands , making both me and Britney scream in horror as the beast now stands over him. He raises his paw , extending his long claws and then slashes my husbands face. His pained grunt makes the cave echo , and makes my heart shut down as I fear his death. “Neko!!” A person’s voice catches the attention of every body , even the monster on Xavier.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

Jeremiah pulled Armadale away from Joseph before the book managed to cause any harm, “you will obey my order cos I am your master Amy!” “And if I don't want to, what will you do, Jeremiah? Kill me? Guess what, I'm already dead!” the book was now throwing tantrum like a five-year-old while trying to escape from Jeremiah’s grip. In response, Jeremiah forcefully opened the second page and cut the paper a little, it made the book screamed like a little girl. “Aaaargh! Jeremiah, what are you doing?” the book protested, “Stop it!” “So, are you going to obey me or not, Amy?”

I cried even as I raged inside, making fists around the fabric of his T-shirt while my demon howled and Shaylee softly wept. So. Not. Fair. When I pulled away at last, snuffling, I accepted the wad of tissues Liam shoved into my hands. I blew my nose noisily before dropping into the seat Sassy vacated. I scooted sideways and retrieved the book he'd been reading, not wanting to damage it, especially after how kind Liam was being. Wouldn't do to ruin one of his prized books. The red cover of the demon raising tome felt odd in my hands. It was only then, staring down at the fine pores in the texture of the material I really knew what I was holding.

In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short). Max was Sarah's own child, a year younger than Harold and one of Golden Lake's new intake. Harold had barely survived the previous session and Max butting into his school life the way he had in all spheres of Harold's life in the past, meant this school year was going to be terrible. Harold couldn't wait to ditch him if only to keep his reputation — or lack of one; good or bad, safe. “They said a meeting will be held with first years like me after which we'll be taken on a tour round the school,” Max started, barely abl