Chaotic Books Novels & Stories

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

SACHA RETURNED to her bedroom in the mansion. She had been so happy to be there, but that was this morning, before she was told the true reason for her promotion from the stables. Her parents died when she was young and she was taken in by the Herbalist her mother’s friend. She learned how to make healing remedies from plants and loved it. She wanted to be the Herbalist appointed to the mansion. The only job she managed to get so far was at the stables. She was not discouraged. She loved horses and even horses got hurt. She could show her skill and care there until she was recognised.

"I am uncertain about how things may turn around in the end. If it goes according to the plan then well, but a smallest ripple can cause a huge disaster." "So do we take that risk?" Ana insisted on him again, as that was the only way to save themselves according to her. "I am not convinced but doing something is far better than to keep quiet and see death approach." Levi sighed, finally agreeing with her. "Let us begin the search in the basement, we may find something." Levi nodded. ****** Time flies quickly. Two days had passed. The couple was still searching for some clue in the basement for time traveling. The basement contained a lot of books. All the books were old and had dark brown co

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I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

If Cassidy was explaining Cale’s wit, she was doing it through her IAC, and the big sister was thankful for it because the last thing she wanted to do was listen to someone explain why it would be funny that someone on a private plane would watch a terrible movie they didn’t have to. Inside, the archives reminded Cadence a lot of a library. There was a small table out front, sort of like a checkout counter, but behind it were rows and rows of books. She was expecting something else, something more secretive. This seemed like the sort of place anyone could stroll into and pick out a few books to read over the weekend.

Lyra was in her room, reading a book with the light on when she heard a car screeching. “That's early,”She muttered and stood up, turned off the light, and went to open the window to peep out, only to see an unfamiliar car pulling up in their compound. She stood there and watched as a man came out from the front seat to open the door for a man in the back seat, but when the man stepped down, she froze. Dorian.

None of them had rested. Even now, rest felt dangerous. Anything could happen. The entire realm felt as though it was standing on the edge of collapse. I grabbed the Living Book from my room and returned. Placing it on the table beside Micha, I watched as it slowly opened. Golden letters appeared. "Levi and Micha. It seems much has happened." Micha folded his arms. "Obviously. Do you have anything useful? Anything that can help us against Raphael or Roosevelt?" The book replied. "What I know is this: the chaos Raphael and Roosevelt will unleash upon each other will be devastating."

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.