Book Surrounded By Idiots Novels & Stories

His office was filled with different books, leaving no space on the shelf for any new book to fit in. No wonder he is always so arrogant. He must have read almost every book on the shelf and that was why he always felt like he was the smartest in every circle. I shifted my attention from the shelf to the wall, and the room was like a museum dedicated with trophies. A picture of him and his sound caught my attention, as I stared back at it. The baby's picture oddly resembles the ones I had in the photo album badk at home. What is with this resemblance? It irked me.

Oh, he has the most charming smile. All the books I came across were the ones I've read already; I was searching for a new one. Roaming my eyes all around the pile of books, I went deeper and deeper into the sections searching for a good one, not realizing I went into the 'old book shelf' room where no one is allowed to go. The piles got bigger and the room appeared even smaller, as if a single jerk on any of them and you would become the prey of this mountain of books. The dim lights, congested setting surely made me envisage the reason for students to not enter the room.

“But I need all the info on it I can find, and I think the whole the less you know, the better thing strongly applies right now.” “Fair enough,” she says with a shrug. “Though what I imagine you’re doing with this information is probably worse than what you’re really doing.” “That’s debatable.” I try not to smile at her sass. I shouldn’t encourage it. “Though you know what they say. The truth is often stranger than fiction.” I scan a row of books, going over each title slowly. Most are in Latin, and I know I’m not going to get lucky enough to find a big, fat book conveniently titled The Idiot’s Guide to Opening and then Closing the Gates of Hell.

Way over in the corner is a blank wall that looks just a little out of place since every other wall is covered with bookshelves. I remember that the men had mentioned a flashlight, as well as a book off to one side that they had to remove in order to open the secret panel door. I don’t see a flashlight, so for a moment, my heart sinks a little, thinking that they were just a bunch of stupid bullshitters. It wouldn’t be the first time that complete idiots had ruined my plans. But then I noticed the book about war on a shelf off to the side. It was the exact title the fools had discussed. Taking one last look behind me, and finding no one has entered the room, I hurry over and take the book of

“Ah that sure was refreshing, too bad I didn’t get to see that beautiful lady. She was really pretty with her glasses and her hair tied like that, She’s exactly my type of girl. Oh well, that’s too bad, I should go to the supermarket the-” OW...AAH... Accidentally bumping to someone after talking to myself is really kind of embarrassing ugh. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I’m walking-” “Ah it’s the beautiful glasses lady” he thought to himself while being flustered. “It’s okay, I only fell down. Well then, see you later glasses lady.” “Ah you too? What? Glasses lady? Me?” “Aargh, that was so embarrassing, I’m never going to do something like that again.”

I was elated, I guess Lizzy's dream was coming true, just in a different form and place. The owner, Mr. Henry Potter (funny as that sounds) was a jolly old man who had the bookshop overflowing and had no help around the place because people thought the bookshop creeped them out. For some reason it looked just fine to me, I loved the smell of the old books and I think it was perfect for a bookshop, no need to look all pristine and spacious like a library on campus, I liked it cramped with books and looking like something straight out of the Hobbit. I loved it.

I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library. Libraries were meant for smart people, brilliant people who were trying to embrace their full academic potential and become the next big person in history. Not for people who wanted the thrill of testing their ability to make out in silence and distracting the rest of the clearly sensible people. “Do you two mind? Some of us actually come here for important busin—” I stop halfway in my whispered complaint when my eyes landed on the boys huge veiny dick grabbed tightly in the brunettes fist. His hand was underneath h

They were walking slowly, in a perfect rhythm. ​"I want to show you the end of the book," the voice said. "I want to show you what happens when the story runs out of ink." ​Suddenly, the steel door of the bunker began to melt. It did not break. It turned into a pool of golden liquid. The people of the Chorus stood there. There were hundreds of them. Their hands were reaching out. ​They were not trying to attack. They were kneeling. ​"They are worshipping her," Julian said. He stepped back in horror.

Then another voice appeared. Aariz. 🌙 He looked older. Tired. Broken. 💔 “The cycle has started again.” “And this time…” “It will be worse.” 😱 The moving image suddenly stopped. The photograph burned into ash. 🔥 Gone. As if it had never existed. 🌑 ⸻ 🌙 The Secret Hidden In The Books The giant room continued trembling. Thousands of notebooks surrounded them. 📚 One shelf suddenly collapsed. 💥 Several books fell at Ilyaan’s feet.

While I was still standing there in a stupor, Bianca stepped past me and opened the door herself. A fair, thin boy walked in, dragging a suitcase in his left hand and carrying a huge stack of books in his right, swaying under the weight. Bianca quickly took the books from him. "Let me." The face in front of me overlapped with the face in the photo. It was Mason. Bianca dragged Mason's suitcase toward the guest room. As she passed me, she started explaining awkwardly.