Booktok Ruining Literature Novels & Stories

"You are the 'Rot' in the library. You must be 'Excised' so that the Great Record can remain pure." Audrey stood on the bridge of her half-faded ship, her eyes burning with a silver-and-gold fire. "The library is 'Dead', Librarian. A book that is never read is just a stack of paper. A world that never changes is just a tomb. We didn't come to excise you. We came to 'Open-the-Windows'."

Lucian asked. "I like reading," I whispered. "But the thing is if it really likes what you've just said... The more I read, the more I understand... I'm not sure if I want to read at all." "Why?" Lucian looked confused. "I don't want to read books to understand cruelty. If all the books are written to justify cruelty, then these books are wrong," I said. Lucian stared at me without saying anything. There was a very strange look on his face.

than him. He hadn’t meant it lightly, I could tell and I hadn’t answered lightly either. Safer. Yes, books were safer. Stories never hurt you. They ended where they were supposed to. Characters didn’t betray you with broken promises or cold silences. Pages didn’t leave scars but Alex? He was the opposite of safe. He was chaos wrapped in control, temptation disguised as sharp suits and colder words. And yet… I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlights painting faint stripes across it.

I grabbed more books off the shelf—all yellow-colored, papered books, books my ancestors made reference to in literal terms. “Oh well, I really thought it would be worth it,” I groaned. Adrian glanced at me from where he had been half-standing. “What’s wrong?” He slowly lowered his phone. “When I said I wanted books, I didn’t mean these, Adrian.” He raised his hands, gesturing to the shelves. “These aren’t loaves of fucking bread, Kira.” “When I said I wanted books, I meant stories. Literary satisfaction. Not freaking Moby Dick.” I held up a worn brown copy to make my point.

The book slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. I didn’t pick it up. My eyes burned from reading, but I reached for another one anyway, dragging it off the shelf with shaking fingers. Dust scattered as I flipped it open, scanning lines too fast to fully process. “Severed bonds often result in—” I slammed it shut. “Useless,” I muttered, tossing it onto the growing pile at my feet. Another book followed. Then another. Titles blurred together—Fated Pairings, Ritual Disruptions, Wolf Instinct and Divine Order.

"You have become intolerable since gaining access to that book," I told him the moment I answered. "You gave me evidence," he said, holding the page up to the camera. "I gave you literature." "With commentary," he said. "You wrote that love always costs somebody more. What did you think it would cost you?"

All they taught her was to throw away her pride into the trash can and follow your heart like a pathetic loser. They gave her the fucking delusion of how she can be the special one, the one who would be able to melt his cold heart. Thinking about it now have her the goosebumps due to the cringe. And it also made her fucking mad! If she wasn't so convinced and manipulated by those, now disgust inducing, romance novels, she would have done better in her life. She should really beat up those authors and ask for compensation for ruining her life! Was it really good to deceive innocent people who invested their money and time like this?

The gentle rustling of pages marked the passage of time, a rhythmic journey that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions within her. In the quietude of her room, Veronica discovered that literature had the power to heal. The interplay of words, the magic woven into sentences, and the transformative nature of storytelling provided a sanctuary where she could momentarily escape the complexities of her reality. With each chapter, she took a step closer to a realm of understanding, both within the pages of the book and in the tapestry of her own life.

“Hold on! That book seems special. I bet you haven’t seen it before. We need…” “Fire to reveal what has been written.” Lucas completed my words, and my eyes only widened in surprise. “I have read all the books here, probably a hundred times. But this particular book can open a door to bad incidents the moment you reveal all that is in the book. It uses your mind to free itself. So, it’s better off not reading. This is where you have to caution your curiosity.” He lectured me. “Oh, I see. I’m sorry.” I apologized, realizing I could have caused havoc with my own hands.

Then proceeding to properly fixed his posture sitting in the bed as he leaned his back on the walls laying his feet on his soft comfortable bed 'I knew from the start when I've read this book, our empire was already bound to ruins because we were never really free from the ruined empire Mestia who owned the empire first. That's why the reason that this book is being destroyed in the first place is because it can lead to mass confusion as well as history distortion' He thought as he rested his head leaning it on the wall with his upper body against it covering his lower body with his blanket as he resumed reading the book