Defiance Book Novels & Stories

A flicker of something that refuses, despite every rational justification, to go entirely out. Defiance is too strong a word for it. It isn't defiance. It's more like instinct. The dumb, cellular insistence of a living thing on continuing to be a living thing. It doesn't know my history. It doesn't know my bank balance or my failures or the jacket still hanging by the door. It just persists, the way a weed persists through pavement not beautiful, not triumphant, just relentlessly, stubbornly, stupidly alive.

There were only three books, yet together they weighed as though someone had stacked seven solid bricks into her embrace, forcing her to instinctively tighten both arms around them before they could slip from her grasp. "Will you be leaving now, young master? About the black market-" *]:pointer-events-auto R6Vx5W_threadScrollVars scroll-mb-[calc(var(--scroll-root-safe-area-inset-bottom,0px)+var(--thread-response-height))] scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:e72e7900-4a53-4faa-93f9-40b71bc2fb75-6" data-turn-id-container="request-WEB:e72e7900-4a53-4faa-93f9-40b71bc2fb75-6" data-testid="conversation-turn-12" data-turn="assistan

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

Caelum turned the book to look at its cover and read what was written there. The title made his eyes cringe as he wondered why his mother was on such a book and, more importantly, what she might have done to cause her such punishment. It was the book of great defaulters and lost souls. That was really some title and sure as hell was not giving cool vibes. Caelum opened the first page with a finger between the page where his mother's picture was so he did not miss it. He started reading what started with an explanation of what the book was all about.

Thea leaned forward trying to grab the book she needed from the shelf of her home library. She was overestimating her height clearly since her attempt didn’t go so well. She felt a presence behind her and a taller hand reached for the book taking it from the shelf. Thea turned around to find herself looking back at Lucian’s gaze on her looking at her with a frown. “You could’ve asked me to bring that to you..” He complained and she sighed, “You were busy getting settled. And it’s not like I’m bedridden,” She answered and he sighed touching the bandage on her head.

“Now, tell me. What’s this… Mafia King about?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “You could just read the book yourself.” I glared. “I could,” he agreed, flipping the book over. “But this is more fun.” I sighed. “It’s about a girl who gets caught in the web of the Mafia world by a Mafia Boss. He’s cold, dangerous, and wouldn't mind to kill whoever crossed his way. But of course, deep down, he has a heart.” Damien arched a brow. “Sounds familiar.”

"So cold in here." While worried about being stuck here forever, I spot a pedicel in the center. I walk towards it, and up close, there is a book. Leather and looks worn out. This book is the size of a medical textbook. I know because my mom bought me a textbook about being a nurse for my eighth birthday. She wanted me to be a nurse. Instead of studying, I use the book as a stool or a cushion when I'm too short for high tables. I even used some pages to make a paper machete; my mom was so angry that instead of grounding me, I had to attend her book club meetings and listen to horny women and their book about a man named Pablo. Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmar

Did someone from her side betray her again? As she continued to read, Sherly's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she absorbed the gravity of the accusations leveled against her. She felt like she wanted to vomit, like her heart was going to go out of her throat. The document painted her as a figure of fear and intimidation, a person capable of unspeakable acts of violence and retribution.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Out of all people, why would she randomly mention Bryan? Bryan Samuel is Brandon's closest companion. They have been friends since childhood. Along with Sky Alberto, Anthon Gabriel, and Steven Sebastian, they form a group called the '5 Gold Pillars'. I have heard that this is the name they gave themselves as they grew up. They have been through a lot together and are more like brothers than friends. They would do anything for each other, especially Bryan. He plays a paternal role in their group. Despite all of them being billionaires and the most eligible bachelors in the world, Bryan is the richest and most influential among them. He is a TRILLIONAIRE!