Book Overload Novels & Stories

Not because of a lack of light, but an excess of darkness. He had arrived early. But not to work. He was just there, anchored in the chair behind his desk, elbows resting on the wooden surface, eyes lost among untouched papers and a window that showed nothing he cared to see. Matthew’s words lingered. Not as a memory, but as an intrusion. Each one sharper than the last. Anne. Her name spoken not with fury, but with that quiet disappointment that wounds deeper than contempt. That precise mix of uncomfortable truth and subtle manipulation. Benjamin closed his eyes. Pressed his fingers against his temples. As if the pain were physical. As if applying pressure could push out everything burning i

Lena explained. Mason was speechless. He stared at Lena. He wasn't sure if to freak out because they were kidnapped or if the man in question's name is DEATH.Lena got off the bed she looked around. They were in an old house. The room was covered with dust,books layed around the ground while some sat on the shelf,there was an old table in the room that had a blue tablecloth. A few books scattered on it,there were many cracks on the wall which looked like the structure was gonna come down soon.the bed was neatly dressed with a pink cover it was freshly laid it was the only thing which looked new and modern.

The pressure of having everything perfect hangs on everyone’s shoulders. The heavy pressure had kept Wang Yi-An’s mind preoccupied, she doesn’t have the time to think about Yang Tian-Xu’s confession. To her, it felt as nothing more than just a dream. Perhaps she was only dreaming? But yet, Yang Tian-Xu has ways to remind her.

I put them all on the bed, leaving a lot of them since they were too much for me. I took only a few accessories and shoes, dropping them on the bed too. I took all my important files, documents, certificates and every thing that was necessary, and every other thing that could be tagged as important to me. I neatly arranged them all into four big travelling bags. This was too excessive. How was I going to carry it all? Was I really going to leave this house and Justin?

I pouted childishly and he rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll apologise for that cause I didn't even realise I've been acting that way. It's just that the whole thing with the collection was really tiring me out cause the truth is, if we mess this one up, we may end up losing our company to bankruptcy or even worse, our arch nemesis takes over and then eventually sells my family's hard work to the highest bidder," he explained and I honestly have never been more relieved in my entire life.

is all I could say with this overwhelming sense of gratitude. He grins. “I have more.” He leans towards me and whispers, “But if I give you more, I doubt your king will allow the books to be onboarded. I’m sure he’ll say something about maximizing the load.” “Is that what he’s thinking now?” “He’s currently calculating the weight of the books. But knowing that he can’t use that. He plans to accidentally burn them.” “He can’t do that!”

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

Taking a breath, I pushed the door open wider, glanced back to ensure no one was watching, and stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me. The room was steeped in the musty aroma of old paper and leather, a scent that spoke of years, if not centuries, of accumulated knowledge. The interior was unexpectedly breathtaking, with books crowding every shelf, desk, and corner. An upper floor was visible, its railings lined with even more shelves crammed with books. I was amazed by all the books. The room was surrounded by so many books. Staring at them, and the thought of trying to absorb even a fraction of the knowledge stored here was dizzying. How was I supposed to get anything out of thi

Pick your poison. I pulled out my chair and started unpacking my books from my backpack, trying to ignore the way Knox was still staring at me with that disapproving expression. Then I noticed the massive textbooks lined up on the desk in front of him. I gulped. There had to be at least six of them, each one thicker than my entire arm. They looked ancient too, with worn leather covers and pages yellowed with age. “Do upperclassmen really need to read that much?” I asked, eyeing the books nervously. “Because if that’s what I have to look forward to next year, I might just drop out now.”