Novel & Cerita Booktok Ruining Literature

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

AILANI’S POV. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I spinned around sharply bumping into a shelf, the wood shaking and threatening to fall over. I closed my eyes prepared for the impact. The sound of old books and the smell of the dust that covered them invaded my senses. A few moments passed after not feeling the impact so I opened my eyes. They widened from what they were witnessing. The wood hanging above our heads had splintered into two sharp ends and one of them pierced Enzo in his right arm, just below his elbow. Blood gushing out from the assaulted area.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

"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.

Natalie watched me intently, her eyes reflecting both concern and admiration. "Emma, what are you thinking?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and worry. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I looked around my apartment, taking in the shelves filled with books that had once transported me to worlds of love and passion. "I need to burn them," I said firmly. "All those romance novels, they've done nothing but feed me false hope. It's time to let go of those illusions and face reality." Natalie's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly understood the symbolism behind my words. She nodded, her support evident in her gaze. "If that's what you need to do, then I'm

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.

“That book is filled with lies, no wonder why they wanted to burn it!” “Alpha, I searched for anything I could find out about this book. This book was only prohibited and hunted to be burned because it talks about a forbidden topic. A relationship between an Alpha and an Omega was viewed as profanity. It was so indecent that they don’t allow anyone to talk about it.” Beta Alek explained. I scoffed at him. “I thought you’ve already read that book before you brought it to me. Tell me, do you really believe that this book makes sense?” I asked him.

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.

~ A M E L I A ~ It couldn’t be. What were the chances? The book I was looking at in the library a while back, which was all destroyed and unreadable, was also Everett’s favourite book and is a book that is widely hated. Things weren’t adding up. Shaking my head, ‘I don’t understand. If it’s a book of fiction, why do people hate it so much? Why can’t you have a fictional story of a female Alpha leader?’