Novel & Cerita Books Like Hatchet

By the time Momma passed I was married with a little one on the way, so my chance for college had passed, too. But I never stopped reading. Got me a nice little library out back, filled with all sorts of books crammed on bookshelves made by my own two hands. Books like Tom Sawyer, Edgar Allen Poe stories, Huck Finn and The King in Yellow, (that last one I don’t read much cause it always gives me strange dreams), some old mysteries, a clutch of Lovecraft’s books (they hurt my head, too, so I don’t read them much neither), my Hardy Boys books from growing up, and a whole bunch of newer ones by Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Got some heavy thinking books, too. The family King James, The Book of

She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...” I groaned and look at the window that view that Yellow-Mountain. I pointed it for reference, not minding the nonsene in her words, “That mountain is filled with the fire element. Do you really think a Lycan live there?” She gasped, slowly shook her head in shock. She said, “Of course none. Is young lady not know the Lycan dread the people in that Mountain?” “What?” I arc my brows. “How can the lycan dread the mere army of...” I cough and sigh. “Let's not talk about that mountain and that spieces!”

written by Airawrites “24-year-old, Zachary —Zack— Hernandez has aquaphobia, or a person who has a fear of water. Determined to cure his phobia and to reunite with his childhood friends, he decided to go back to the lake house where he was born and to also figure out the truth behind his nightmares that seemed to happen in the lake house. Before going there, here are the only things they expected to happen: have a blissful reunion, have extraordinary birthday celebrations, a relaxing vacation, to meet his grandparents and sister again, and of course to go back home safe and sound. But what they did not know was they only got themselves on the serial killer's hands and now it's impossible to

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

She sighed and decided to make do with the towel for now. Hailee's eyes fell on the bookshelf, and she decided to pick up one of the books. It was titled "The History of the Pack," and she couldn't help but feel intrigued. As she began to read, she was transported to a world she never knew existed. The pack's origins, their struggles, and triumphs - it was all so fascinating to her.

she says squeezing my shoulder in reassurance. " No problem I'll be fine thank you Casey." I said wrapping her up in a hug. After Casey left I started looking through books and one got my attention I took it off the shelve and read the title. Hecate's Curse. I opened the book and started reading it.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

All I could do was tell Anna to be more careful. After returning to the car, I drove in Walmart's direction immediately, knowing that I couldn't afford to waste a minute more. Thanks to my experience that I had accumulated from my previous life, I decided to abandon the fruits and vegetables, which were prone to spoiling very quickly. After the zombie outbreak, the power and water supplies would be cut off one after another. We couldn't store many types of food without refrigerators. Only food sealed in vacuum packages, like ham and potatoes, could be stored for a very long time.