Books Like And Then There Were None Novels & Stories

Aeden, Brenda, Jake, and Tess were standing in front of the Astronomy class waiting for the door to be opened. Aeden was leaning against the rail with her back turned to the corridor, Jake was standing directly in front of her, Tess had her back against the railing facing Brenda. This is how they would usually huddle in their little group. As they were talking Jake got very distracted by something behind Aeden. Aeden elbowed Brenda and Tess, they all looked at Jake and then Brenda and Tess looked behind them. They all just stood there gawking. So Aeden finally turned around to see what had their attention. And there he was, Dean Ibario, walking up to their group. Aeden rolled her eyes and tu

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

He couldn't stand being disrespected in front of such a large audience. “And it appears that the monks in Wardric's corner are leaving the arena now?” The announcer stated the obvious, “What could possible be happening?” Wardric finally reached into his huge robe's pocket and pulled out a book. Norval's eyes glowed, much to Wardric's surprise, as if Norval had been expecting it. The two circled each other, plotting out their next moves and scouting each other’s arsenal. Wardric eventually took action, flipping open the book, which stayed suspended in mid-air as he raised both arms, periodically looking down at the book and flashing his fingers around in a mystical motion. He raised his arms

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

Maybe he was all of those things or none of them. But was anyone ever just thing? Perhaps everyone had several different versions of themselves for different people. Which was the true one or were they all? Amber sighed as her head spun out of control. She was too tired for this deep thought shit, yet she forced her feet to keep moving down through the waxed hallways like a deserted shiny, labyrinth.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"

Good riddance. After she’d put her food away, she wandered into the living room. She finally found a light switch, and when she flipped it on, she saw that there were books on the side table. She frowned. The books were all boring nonfiction tomes about economics, which sounded like terrible choices to provide your guests. Or the last guy was the most boring person ever and had left them behind.

Campus people or even the society call them nerds, but I tag them as mini libraries. We often call them introverts or shrinking violets, can't give ideas in public, can't express themselves, but no, because inside their heads are another world. A world where endless possibilities grow. "W-why are you talking to me?" I managed to utter those whilst getting myself back into my senses. "Haha, hey. What kind of question was that---" "Lower your voice please" I cut him when I noticed that the librarians owl eyes were on us, smashing the thin stick lightly on her palm.

"Look, it's normal for couples to have their tiffs. They say a spat between husband and wife is short-lived, right? Don knows he messed up. Forgive him, will you? "Our family business is in a real bind, and you're the only one who can sort it out completely. "Besides, you don't want to see the company you built from scratch just vanish, do you?" I looked at the family members who once dodged bullets with me, then all begged me for help, and I could not help but ask, "You all know Sebastian's 'amnesia' is just an act, right?" They all went quiet at my question. Their eyes told me everything, there was no shock there, just regret.