Confused Reader Novels & Stories

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

My eyes still remains narrowed, “Then why are you here…” “Like I said, I am here to clarify some issues…” She breathes out. “The readers are confused about the end of the book. They are also a bit angry, they do not understand why I am in the book, so here I am, fixing my mess before I get a death sentence by them.” Slowly I begin to understand what she is saying and a small laugh escapes out of my lips, not shocking her. It vibrates through me for a few seconds before I decide that I have had enough.

Aside from I got confused from what's the purpose of these words, I was also disappointed because I obviously kind of looked forward to what's inside. "Haaa, what's with him?" I sighed as I said this. Who wouldn't react this way anyway? Anyone will feel how nonsense he is At the whole paper, there's nothing written on it but a two confusing sentences 'Flowers, aren't they romantic? I'll be coming to where you are in a second so please look forqard to it' See? Just by reading it, you will find yourself in a confused state for seconds. If he's here infront of me, I will definitely ask him about why is he suddenly mentioning that flowers are romantic? And what is it that I eveb have to look for

DISMAY. Consternation and distress, typically caused by something unexpected. A feeling of disappointment or sadness. Driven by the devastating revelation that Josh was not only Dylan's doctor but his death was connected to Dylan, Anna hurriedly returned to her apartment—Hannah's old residence. While the police had concluded their investigation into the recent break-in as an unsuccessful search for valuables, Anna's intuition (and her new information about Hannah) told her otherwise. As she walked over towards her apartment, the cold dread in her stomach coiled tighter with every step. The familiar route to her neighbourhood felt alien now, haunted by the ghost of Hannah and the tragic spect

She asked again, and she grabbed the book from my hand before I could quickly take a snippet of any line. “Umm,” I racked my head. “Something about a Medulloblastoma.” Rebecca looked genuinely confused and I smirked, thinking I had her. But instead, she nodded once and scanned through the page I had supposedly been reading. “Nothing about a Medulla oblongata whatever in here.” “So?” I asked in confusion, dragging my book from her. “So it means that you're not really reading what's in the book and that your mind is elsewhere.” Rebecca revealed and she was spot on. But she didn't need to know that so I feigned confusion.

And the fact that this reader could specifically guess my thoughts is oddly weird and that’s a problem. Or maybe it’s just fucking Anacostia again stiring shit up, I click the profile checking to see if there’s any pictures but there’s not. It’s just like any reader ghost profile! “Who are you?”I murmur as I shake my head still pondering and re-reading the comments as a small, uncomfortable laugh slips out of me. “Okay, no need to panic! He or she is probably some avid reader who’s trying to Psychoanalyze me in my comment section”I murmur the words tasting bitter in my mouth.

making me smile. Writer's POV A handsome figure clad in a black dress sat at the corner of a beautiful room , playing his keyboard with his eyes closed when a knock came in. He opened his eyes , still playing his keyboard and the door creaked open revealing one of his bodyguard. ” Sir news has reached us that a confessor has been found in Diamond’s high ” the bodyguard said and the figure stopped playing the keyboard at once. At the mention of the word ‘confessor’ his eyes turned red and his heart began to beat faster. The memories of her sister came running into his head. ” Prepare everything I need I leave for American by noon ” he said. His cold voice… . . . Alaina's POV. Twas noon and l

He nodded "So?" WHAT PART GOT you .upset .sad .happy WHERE do you want to correct? I love you readers. mwah!

Confusion etched across her features as she frantically searched the room, turning over cushions and peering under furniture. Desperation etched into her features, Hailee's mind raced, trying to recall any possible explanation for the book's disappearance. Had she misplaced it? Had someone taken it? Questions swirled in her mind, but the answers eluded her grasp. The room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her worry and frustration.

James said still with his eyes closed, sounding a little confused by my question. "Well, you're a Beta of course. But how about after? When your Beta duties are done, do you have other stuff that keeps you busy?" He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at me. He stared at me for a few seconds studying my face. Then turned away and laughed. "Did I say something humorous, Beta James?" I say raising my eyebrows. "No, no" he continued to laugh "If I answer, what do I get in return? It's only fair that I get something, if I'm answering a private question. "