Deadpan Book Novels & Stories

"Why are you having a bad trip?" He sighed. His hand fell on his side. I folded the book and laid it on my side. He watched me darkly. This is how to get the attention of a Rustov Melgarejo, huh? If that's the case, then I'm willing to get all your goddamn books. "I hope you just go straight to your house." "Why else?" I laughed bitterly. "No one's waiting for me there anyway." His mouth tightened but his expression also softened. He sighed deeply and set his things aside. It looks like he will continue doing that later.

Bene nodded before following Doctor Elion out of the room. Declan reached for a book on the bedside table and flipped through it absentmindedly. A few seconds later, he closed it and stared at the title. —DESPERATION— The author's name was Maya A. Windleburl. Ridiculous. What kind of book was this? And what kind of silly author name was that? Everything was mildly irritating at the moment. Everything around him seemed to be mocking the recent life choices that had somehow led him to this moment.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

I even intend to find Frey no matter how many days it takes. An hour passed, and the train to Daffodil town was about to depart. I got onto the passenger platform and sat by the window. The train was very quiet. The reason is the same as the reason I moved towards Daffodil town. Daffodil was a town that did not have strict laws like Linnea town. Life in that town is more concerned with freedom. A suitable place to hide from the pursuit of the Flower Skull. But not only that. I still have reasons to choose that city as my destination.

A bag appeared out of thin air and was dropped in front of me. "What the-" "Drink up, boys. It's about time you got outta here, don't ya think? Unless you enjoy living in your own piss and shit," Drabek's deep voice sounded through the shadows, and I didn't hesitate to rip the bag open. The sweet metallic smell of blood hit me, and my fangs elongated on their own. The three blood bags would be more than enough to tie us off until we could have a proper feed.

I couldn't even remember how Julia got hurt. I never did anything to her. Why didn't he believe me? I was willing to leave him on my own accord—I wasn't that pathetic. I wanted him to look at me. The hollow rumbling of the hospital bed's wheels echoed down the hallway. The sound hurt my ears. He never looked back. With a long beep, my heart monitor flatlined. My soul began to rise from my body. I saw a nurse calling for the on-duty doctor while rushing toward me with a crash cart. I felt a little guilty,

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick book, tossing it onto the table between us with casual indifference, “Here, since you’re stuck here for your little vacation anyway, might as well make good use of the time, maybe learn something that doesn’t involve asking questions that could get you killed.” I looked down at the book, recognizing it as some kind of crime novel, then back up at Elias with irritation, “I’m not on vacation, I’m being held here against my will.” “Potato, pothato," he said with that infuriating smirk of his, “either way, you’ve got time to kill and nothing better to do with it, so try not to drive yourself crazy overthinking everything.” Before I could respond

Sunlight slanted over the corpse. The air was filled with an indescribable stench of decay, so intense it was suffocating. My skin had taken on a sickly grayish-green hue, swollen beyond recognition. The exposed muscles in my wounds had decomposed into a thick, viscous fluid. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Dad's gaze fell upon the barely distinguishable human form before Aunt Caroline. His pupils constricted. He looked like he'd been struck by a hammer. He was deeply shocked. "That's impossible," he mumbled in disbelief.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

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