Book Mayhem Novels & Stories

After hearing those words, Hideous couldn't contain his feelings anymore. As everything has sank in, he couldn't think of it as mere competition anymore. How could it be called competition when its lives have already been jeopardized because of it? It's simply a murder. Hideous clenched his fist in frustration as he tried to calm himself down. The anger inside him seems to be starting to resurface and needs to be handled well. "Damn Joseph Santos," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice laced with contempt. This enemy of his, from the very start, had crossed paths, and he really wanted to take him down. Even trying to do something so bad like this. "That twisted, conniving bastard will

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

A defilement. This room is spartan. A cell. The antechamber of my humiliation. I am in the center, my fists clenched so tight my nails dig bloody half-moons into my palms. My whole body trembles, not from fear, but from a fury so pure it could make me burst. "A man on his knees…"

None of them had rested. Even now, rest felt dangerous. Anything could happen. The entire realm felt as though it was standing on the edge of collapse. I grabbed the Living Book from my room and returned. Placing it on the table beside Micha, I watched as it slowly opened. Golden letters appeared. "Levi and Micha. It seems much has happened." Micha folded his arms. "Obviously. Do you have anything useful? Anything that can help us against Raphael or Roosevelt?" The book replied. "What I know is this: the chaos Raphael and Roosevelt will unleash upon each other will be devastating."

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

I chuckle, trying to figure out which book I'll have to pretend to read while thinking of how to get into the archive. I lean closer to the table, snatching Ivy's book from her. "Hey! I'm about to read what happened to Edmund!" I look at the cover of the book. THE REVOLUTION: DIVISION OF OUR PARANORMAL WORLD I glance into the page she's reading. Carla pushes Edmund to the wall, her mouth crashing on him with fervent passion. His hands roam- The book is snatched out of my hand. What in the world?! I couldn't read the entire thing, but the brief scan of that page alone was basically written p**n.

For a funny book, I chose a book on types of love language and how to communicate with your partner. By the time Piercy was done, I was sitting by the fire, reading the dark romance book. I felt him hesitate before I looked up. Something was swimming in his eyes before I felt all the desire to run through him. Seeing me in this spot was really triggering a sexual response from him. “Ready?” He asked, sitting down. “I am.” He sat down beside me. Hiding my books, he nodded. “Funny first.” “Okay.” He smiled at me. “One… two… three.” He put his book on my lap and I put his. The book on my lap was about how to organize a party.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she