Book Surrounded By Idiots Novels & Stories

He’s obsessed with sending me “back to my grave.” Even if I manage to avoid him, I still have to face the women in the breakfast hall—the ones who try to burn me with tea. I don’t know their names, but it seems they’ve formed a terrifying little cult. I’ll eat dinner instead. I’ve learned there’s a safe window to leave my room. As long as I hit the right marks, I should be okay. Most residents don’t bother each other. And even if they do, they know how to fight back.

I answer, trying to come up with an excuse to leave as soon as possible. “You should find some good company instead of being such a prude and sitting with a book. Only nerds read when they are eating out.” The man says with a scoff at my book. I yank it to me before he can touch it! I already had one idiot destroy my beloved book collection, I am not letting another touch even one of them! “I’m sorry but I really have to go.” I say, trying to stand up, but the drunk man is having none of it. He gets up quickly, standing in front of me and forcing me to sit down again.

"One of her minions is in your AP biology class. Now everyone's talking about the two of you hitting it off during class." "Hitting it off?" I ridiculed. I shook my head at the idiocy. "Someone in this school should write a book about alternative meanings. We weren't hitting it off-it was a friendly conversation about Gilmore Girls." "I'm not assuming anything here-" she quickly spoke in defence. "I'm just telling you what I'm hearing." She frowned. "But-apparently you guys were so deep in this conversation that you didn't even hear the bell ring." Come on. Seriously?

With a gentle pull, Joseph selected a dusty tome, feeling the weight of its untold stories in his hands. The book, like a relic from a bygone era, held the promise of forgotten wisdom. Before delving into its contents, Joseph decided to liberate it from its dusty shroud. A well placed exhale expelled a cloud of dust, and, in response, Joseph couldn't stifle a sneeze that reverberated through the room. "Oh my, it's so dusty, probably never been cleaned," he muttered to himself, a wry smile playing on his lips. The intentional neglect of this corner was a deliberate choice, a testament to the charm of the untouched and the allure of secrets waiting to be unraveled.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

Her heart almost stopped when she remembered that Jake once bought a book about cannibalism from the bookstore. Is he... he... does he want to eat us?!!! This thought passed all four people's minds. "He's fucking insane." One of the boys raised his voice and took a few steps back. This guy was the bravest one. The other two paled and started running immediately. Aiden had told them that his brother was a psycho. He hadn't mentioned cannibalism! This guy eats people!!!

It showed the Key- Slapping Slizzard, same as before, dashing through the library, stealing a book, taking it out onto the front step of the library and burning it. Em face was white. "This is not good. Why would a person who was looking okay and mentally stable would do such a foolish act. This can't be true. I still don't believe this. A person stole a book and decided not to use it for anything than to burn it. How is that even possible. After all the stress and the risk, burning the book should not be the end point." Em said with a disturbed look. Em face was white. "This is not good."

He is the type of person who'll spend his nights over thinking of a lot of things and it will do him no good! I traveled my eyes around the whole library in search of Uno's presence. It was quiet, and the tables are almost empty. I walked inside and glimpsed at each table with a group but I only saw those three geeks reading a bunch of thick books. I heaved a sigh and hoped for the best before walking my way towards them.

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

"I can kill all of them. You can kill half of them if you dig into your Manual's Devil aspect more." "Gulp.. no. I rather not. The desire to kill is not high in me." Jackson said sheepishly. Mo Lan wrapping him up in a hug. "That is just the way I like you." Whispering to her husband happily. *Doop!* The Gate signaled. A light shined as several others who left the Sect arrived. Each of them already had a place to stay. An apartment area for those who were not Followers but could be considered friends. . A few days later-