Dystopian Novel We Novels & Stories

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

​The air in the "Deleted Scenes" bin didn't just smell of wet ink; it tasted of ozone and the cold, metallic tang of a failed future. As the bookstore reality collapsed above them—the sound of Julian’s typewriter dying like a stuttering heart—Nora hit the floor of the Dystopian Sector. ​The ground wasn't made of wood or grass. It was a shifting mosaic of rusted steel and discarded data-slabs. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, choked by the "Narrative Smoke" of a thousand abandoned plotlines.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint

My breath hitched. It wasn't a baby. It was a doll….a cold, plastic thing with unblinking glass eyes. A cold sweat broke out across my neck. I looked at Dex again; I didn't need to know the whole story to feel the agonizing weight of his reality. If this were Novel... if I had to watch her lose herself like this... I didn't think I'd survive it. “He’s lovely, right?” the woman asked with a wide, vacant grin. “Yes,” Novel whispered, her eyes shining with a sudden, sharp clarity. “And his

But Eve never regretted doing such a dirty thing, if it's for her family she can do just about anything for them. *** Phoenix was so absorbed in the book he’s reading that his heart almost jumped when his phone blasted. It was Zeus, his brother and he knew exactly what he wanted. Shaking his head, Phoenix swiped the screen of his phone to answer the call. “I told you, I’m going to that kind of place, Zeus. End of discussion.” Phoenix immediately blocked what his brother was about to say. Zeus has been bugging him to come with him to this certain club where girls danced naked on the stage.

Such kind of novels only deserve this kind of ending. Huffing, Seraphine vocalized, “This is all Kayden’s fault! If he didn’t have this novel at his library, I wouldn’t have been tempted!. Even if he has desires and gets horny, he shouldn’t touch such novels. What the heck? Is he a pervert or something? Does he have weird fetishes? It couldn’t be that he aspires to be like the male lead or the female lead even of such novels. That just gave me chills. No way that is the case.”

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

Humans always protect the environment, while doing the opposite makes the environment worse and worse. Humans have gradually eroded and destroyed a place once home to millions of other species. And it is also people who make the seemingly impossible things obvious and become the most normal. The beginning of a crime is a destructive ambition. The more complete the material, the easier it is for people to fall into terrible desires that they no longer can turn back. Daisy City is a famous imperial city. Night