Destroy A Book Novels & Stories

"What do you mean, you don't know –" I was cut short by the door going open, and Sofia stepping. Oh please, not now. "Those old, dirty-looking books?" She asked with a smirk. "I got rid of them. I didn't see the need for them. I almost got rid of your novels too, but I couldn't because I love novels too. I guess that's the only thing we both have in common." I slowly straightened up, praying I heard wrongly. "You did what?" "I got rid of them,” She repeated. “They were looking so large and medieval. You weren't coming back anyway, so I thought –"

It didn't take long for me to recoup the hundred grand he had blown through on Amanda's medical bills. Having done so, I threw out our pictures and destroyed the handwritten wedding vows he had given me. I even took off my plain wedding band and set it on the coffee table to make a point. I cleared any and all traces of me in the house. When I was done, I signed my name on the divorce papers. … I couldn't get through to Jonathan, so I sought him out at the hospital. When I peered through the glass window and saw him fussing over Amanda and Charlotte, a bitterness surged through me.

Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then. That’s when he realized the terrible truth. This tree, this cursed and sacred entity, was tied to his doom. No matter how much he tried to destroy it, it wouldn’t yield. So he devised another plan. He experimented with a memory-wiping spell, one he had perfected for people, and tried it on the book itself. Because the book was part of a living, breathing organism, the spell worked. Its contents vanished, leaving the pages blank.

She was the **End of the Book**. She opened her eyes, and they were pure, ink-black voids. "**Delete**," she commanded. She flicked her wrist—a casual, dismissive gesture, the way one might brush a speck of dust off a sleeve. A wave of obsidian ink exploded from her fingertips. It didn't travel like a projectile; it traveled like a **Correction**. The wave hit the army of the Board’s elite. The first giant it touched didn't fall. It simply **ceased to be rendered**. Its legs disappeared, then its torso, then its head, leaving only a trail of golden sparks that quickly winked out.

It happened too quickly and she faded into the book. The book fell to the ground and vanished.

To be honest, this is too exaggerate for him to do. Did he even think about the money he wasted if these books were stock for long waiting for them to be read? What if termites and live around here? It would be such a waste if these books would end up being destroyed by those pests rather than consumed by the minds of a true-blooded reader. At this moment, I can't help but feel sad while looking at the massive inventory of books inside this place. I wish I have the authority to read all of them.

I can feel his somewhat pissed off aura resonating so loud, but I can tell he's trying to calm himself down. "Oh, this?” He said, “I swear, you don't want to know what I’m doing," He replied sounding a little bit lukewarm about my presence, or maybe he knows that I don't give a shit about what he is reading which is kind of true. I don't find interest in reading books, they suck my energy, and as an athletic person, I hate having such pussy energy. Honestly, I just want to open the chatbox for the both of us, after all, this was my plan the whole time. "Why not?" I discourteously grabbed the book from his hands which he pulled back in a quick reaction. I thought maybe he was reading an eroti

"The more you delete me, the more the 'Leak' progresses. You want to kill us? Go ahead. But you’ll be the most hated man in the Real World by the time my heart stops." ​The Co-Writer looked at the 'Delete' bar on her screen. It was at 99%. One more tap, and the Davis family would be nothing but dust on a Brooklyn floor. ​But Julian IV grabbed her wrist. "Wait. If that data hits the SEC... the Vane Group stock will hit zero before the police even arrive." ​Suddenly, the front window of the bookstore shattered. ​It wasn't a "System Error." It was a Physical Brick thrown from the street.

I swallowed the tablets with trembling hands, the water tasting strangely metallic. When we returned to the living room, she hesitated. “There’s more.” Of course there was. She spoke carefully. “Your first book… has been removed from stores.” I blinked. “Come again?” “Retailers have pulled it from their shelves. Physical copies and online listings. They said they cannot be associated with the current controversy.” My chest tightened sharply. That book had been my beginning. My voice. My proof that I existed beyond noise. I imagined empty shelves where my words once stood.

She stopped the song and opened a reading and writing app on her phone. All of the books she wrote there were all inspired by Tayo but she didn’t know if she could continue writing the books. She checked the poetry, it was already having many reads. The only person she wanted to show the books wasn't there anymore, he took all the inspiration to write with him. She decided to delete the books which she did in less than two minutes, then she uninstalled the app. "There's no more Tayo, Wunmi.” She reminded herself as she was having second thoughts on deleting the book. *I damn hate this feeling, why did I ever allow myself to love a guy?* She thought to herself as she kept her phone in her sch