Dark Dystopian Books Novels & Stories

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

The likes of him are not for innocent girls such as me. I am already so lost just by looking at his eyes darker than a night sky. His marvelous lashes sway with his every blink contrary to his dark-coal eyes which exudes strength and power. It was not fair. This man is drowning me in silence. I was even more confused to myself when a blonde girl with so much cleavage went to get his attention. I don't know why I suddenly hated the idea of him and other women together. He puts his glass down and looked at the girl with red lipstick. The girl was obviously into him. Her way of interacting with Cian's brother was flirty, her hands were swaying everywhere. Touching him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

Turning the music off, I grab the lavender and put it in a tiny glass vase, and set it in the center of the long ebony black dining table. Walking out of the conjoined dining room and kitchen I grab my book, my water bottle, and a blanket. I set the water and blanket by the back door that leads to the porch, and the beach a little off, and head back to the kitchen with my book. Of human bondage, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book itself isn't bad, but from my point of view, it's terribly bland. I like more poetic works. But also a hint of darkness. The best example is the poem, In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, from his book The Black Riders and Other Lines. It has a sense of dystopia that I ca

Among these, a book entitled ‘Archi immortalis’ caught his eye. There were also other books whose titles were written in languages ​​that he did not understand and some with alphabets that he did not even recognize. There was one labeled in a calligraphy that Viktor believed came from the distant Furu Kingdom that lay across the Black water lake and in the Southeast of the Republic, a Kingdom ruled by the Feral race also known as the Beast People. There were not only books, but also scrolls and even, curiously enough, a broken, baked clay tablet covered with signs that looked like crude pictograms.

“No one makes a single move. Don’t even breathe loudly. They still have their perfect hunting senses and if it found us, we are as good as dead.” Cain and Daniel frowned but nodded and I almost sighed in relief. I think this was their first time to encounter them, but of course, this won’t be that easy. The asshole beta growled, and a roar answered him. The sick, infected dragon has found us and we all are going to die.

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.

Daylan and Anthony said at the same time. Daylan starred at the picture of his naked body tapped to the wall, every wall was covered with pictures of every women he had taken out with ever since he came to Africa till date including his sexual encounters everything was on display leaving no room for privacy, Faye's pictures with Daylan were plastered everywhere and her single picture was plastered at the far end corner of the room canceled with a red marker. "Fuck!" Daylan swore, " this woman is really sick" Anthony exhaled, " this lady is really obsessed with you and that has turned her to a sick psychopath, she really needs help.