Genre Of The Book Wonder Novels & Stories

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And that day I just came back home after getting the book as suddenly I started getting bored with the place, and so I just came home only to soon start reading the book after having food and surprisingly it was a book about a girl who suddenly gets genius after she gets a book and I found the book quite exciting as well as amazing That's why I just decided to keep it with me and continue reading it until it gets over and as decided I also started reading the book but after sometimes I came to know about the fact that the incidents which are written in the book is coming into reality which is happening to me in real life which really started scaring me as soon according to the story I came t

I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a disguise that had a half-naked girl cloaked in a red garment, and a write-up that read: A comprehensive guide on how to seduce any man. From the title, it obviously was not a romance book, yet my wolf Myra felt thrilled to read it. Again, another reason I read was to ease curiosity. I did not plan on seducing anyone but the cover and title were both intriguing. I could not help but wonder what its content was, especially as it was in the romance category, like wise my inquisitive part, so I pulled out the large book, stumbled back. To say the book was big wo

With a renewed sense of hope, I decided to distract myself until the evening by immersing myself in a book. Reaching for a book on my shelf, a worn-out copy of "Mythology of the Supernatural," I felt a sense of comfort. I had always been fascinated by tales of werewolves and vampires as a child, finding solace in the fantastical worlds they inhabited. Maybe that's why the heavens decided to place me in their midst. I had never thought them to be real. As I flipped through the pages, my mind wandered, imagining myself in the midst of these mythical creatures, too bad I was pretty much me as a human.

But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed? "Maybe because she is the writer of the story", my subconscious mind called out. And of course, the idea was utterly bizarre, but then again this is exactly why it's called subconscious. A part of the brain which can never be realistic or logical. Sighing, I kept the book back in my bag and went over to the wildlife section. After finally screening the whole shelf for a few minutes, I finally got the one I was looking for. 'Wonders of The Wolf.' A chronological documentary on the lupus species.

Instead, it's replaced by vivid landscapes and vibrant characters that dance across the printed pages of the book. I lose myself in tales of adventure and romance — which I know I can never have — and that of heroes and villains locked in a struggle for supremacy. With each word I come across and each sentence I read, I feel the weight of my troubles lifting off my shoulders, and it is replaced by a sense of wonder and see that I haven't experienced by myself for a while now. I find solace in the pages of the book because it's a refuge from the chaos and uncertainty that are threatening to tear me apart.

I would soar across borders and continents as the wind hovers against my face. Goddamn!! I miss my childhood so much, and my mother was one person who made it more memorable for me. We shared so many awesome memories, even when she fell sick, she still made time for me. She would read me lovely fantasy books, she would take me into the world of dragons, talking cats, and pigs of course; Winnie the Pooh was my favorite piglet. Too bad what the world has done with that character in this generation, they are ruining my childhood with the new development. Speaking of childhood and stories, I loved books like Alice and wonderland; the adventures of young people in mysterious lands. One of my favo

He wasn't there and the desk was empty, yet something in me lurched at the sight. ‘What was wrong with me?' I swallowed, looking away to center my thoughts. The books. Right. Plopping onto the soft surface, I looked properly at the books I acquired, ready to clear my mind. I let myself get drowned in the mass of words that came meaninglessly. The first book I read was some kind of fantasy romance adventure. One which entailed a woman who had to run away from her home and found herself another family in the form of two siblings and another pack. It was strange to say the least, but it kept my mind momentarily distracted.

She wondered where Damien went as she didn't meet him in the room after she had her bath. She stood up and headed to the large shelf, wondering what kind of books were there. She ran her fingers through the books in the first row of the shelf and randomly picked up a book. Looking at the front of the book, it read "First generation Werewolves" "So Werewolves had different generations, hmm interesting" Aurora muttered to herself and turned the book open. ‘The First generation Werewolves, a dangerous and infectious breed. They had quite a dangerous aura, no! These were raging monsters, never to take the human form again’

The dim lights, congested setting surely made me envisage the reason for students to not enter the room. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop my curiosity to explore this cramped obscure arcade. Consumed in looking for a book, I didn’t even notice that it was almost time for the library to close. I saw so many weird books. I soon realized they we mostly all related to philosophy and others were our old school magazines and student write ups. Every book fascinated me, just like they always do. But none of them were the ones I wanted to read in that moment. I just stepped out the small room when I stumbled on a book. I picked it up and read the name 'The Girl He Used to Know' by Tracey Garvis Graves. I