Desolate Book Novels & Stories

Engine cut. Reid opened the door. “Out.” She stepped onto flagstone. The house loomed ahead—low, modern, built into the slope of the mountain. Black glass. Stone walls. No visible lights except a single amber bulb above the steel front door. No neighbors. No road signs. Just wilderness and stars. He unlocked the door with a biometric pad, and ushered her inside. The interior was stark, polished concrete floors, exposed steel beams, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over a dark valley. Minimal furniture: a long black leather sectional, a single armchair, a massive stone fireplace that hadn’t been lit. No photos. No art. No softness.

Do like the book and follow me. I*******m:- S.n_nina_arthur.

JOSHUA POV As soon as Joel blew the whistle, all the bikers start to fly their bike. 3rd rider was the one who was ahead of all of us. I was at last. I don’t show my potential just right at the beginning. It’s fun to let people believe that they are winning and enjoy their reaction at finishing line. While I was moving ahead, I saw the biker next to me looking like at me and passing a snarky smile. It was a smile that I couldn’t get at first but next he did was push me, trying to get me out of the race. Suddenly I was the picture of Babi and my brother together in my mind. All the anger and feeling of betrayal came rushing through my veins. I don’t know since when I started to lover this m

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

“Nothing is more important than family, Ian. Nothing beats family.” I groaned inwardly. I was more than aware of the fact that the purpose of Desire’s whole act was for her to get enough talking time with me. Even with nearly ten years below me, she took pains to lecture me on whatever she sincerely felt I needed to know. And I could bet there was a lot I needed to know swimming about in her head, right now. “Are you set?” I asked, getting up. “Sure.” “Ian, who’s the lady?” She asked, immediately we stepped outside the house.

The weight of his betrayal and the degradation heaped upon me threatened to drown me in a sea of despair. As I sink to the ground, the desolation around me mirrors the desolation within. The cold, unforgiving earth beneath me seems to absorb my pain, offering no solace in return. I sit there, a broken figure in a desolate landscape, my sobs echoing in the emptiness.

Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me. Feeling frustrated, I decide to leave the company. Everyone watches me as I go, and I head to the park. From there, I drive off to the bar to drink and find someone to have sex with. I hate women, but that doesn't mean I hate sex. I know that at the bar, I can find a prostitute who will give me what I want. Of course, she'll get what she wants too: money. And that's the end of the story. No feelings attached.

With this, I no longer owe Remy anything. I closed my eyes, feeling myself slowly leaving this body as my consciousness began to fade.

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.