Books Like In Cold Blood Novels & Stories

The book I was reading wasn't in sight, so I went exploring the shelves until I found it at the top. I opened it and began searching for information about my strange kidnapper and my nephew's father. It was then that I came across a title that caught my attention: “The Rise of Harvey Bloodclaw.”

That knocked me up like a ten-wheeler truck, disintegrating my heart in a shit of searing flame. I became a damper the whole ride. And every time they're gonna sprout those walkers, I strengthened myself by covering my ears and closed my eyes tightly in a denomination of being blind. "This is the new world now. Flooded with humanity's blood." I heard him said. He's right. Everything howls bad blood that looks like this world had a tremendous spiced of burning hell. "What's your name?" That made me surprised but I concealed the amusement in myself upon mentioning my name.

Niall Alcott THE next morning, I didn't know what to do with the day so I picked up Lucious's book and summoned the courage to read it. A part of me was alarmed by whatever I may find, because to understand them would mean to sympathise with them. He wanted me to be their end but he also wanted me to know them. To be the last who knew their story. I opened the first page and read. Record of Blood and Conversion. This is an account of men built with all that lives in hell. One became a fractured soul, what it took from him. One was affected psychologically, what it rebuilt in him. One turned lighter, what it made him hide.

Dominic looked at Gage in disbelief. “I only took the heads and two bags of blood. That Haverley snores like a fucking broken tractor. I walked right into his room, lifted the covers and placed the pig’s head between his legs and soaked the area with the pig’s blood. Halden was still awake so I left the pig’s head in his bed and sprayed the blood everywhere over his bed while he was in the shower,” Gage said. The coffee machine beeped and Dominic shook his head. “That sends a message all right.”

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

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.”

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

The burning sensation in my throat woke me up in the middle of darkness. I pulled the blanket covering my body and got out of bed. Even though there was almost no light illuminating this place, I could still see clearly. Nick was not beside me. A slight panic interrupted this burning sensation. I swallowed my saliva and walked towards the door; maybe Nick was in the living room. Would I drink his blood again? My memory of his blood filling my throat a few hours ago intensified this burning sensation, but a moment later, a feeling of disgust followed that memory.

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

The elderly and children should have been taken into safety. I froze momentarily before I jumped into action. The young girl was crouched in front of a woman in a protective stance who lay in a pool of blood. The heartbeat of the woman on the ground was faint, but it was still there. I watched in what felt like slow motion as another wolf ran full force straight at the girl. Had they no mercy even for a child?