Goodbye Cruel World Book Novels & Stories

Well, the guns aren’t gonna cock and shoot by itself, it’s time for some action. “But wait! You are a minor!” Who cares? this is a war! This will be the tale of how we face the unforgiving world.

I will go crazy if this goes on. I quickly make myself a hot cup of coffee and turn on my laptop. A private message from my new favorite reader pops up. hopelessromantic❤️ Hey... I am eagerly waiting for your next book. So stop it with the torture already... I crave a taste of your books. Couldn't the whole world be like this? Kind and sweet to the other person. Maybe that is just the cure to the countless forms of hate in this world. Just kindness and sweetness and lots of love. You do not know how the comment brought a smile to my face and instantly changed my mood.

"Goodbye, my love, my tormentor, my broken prince. Goodbye, my Alejandro." And as I close my eyes one last time, the world goes dark. - A/N - I hope this chapter completely ruined you and devastated you to no end. >.< I am not responsible for your mental state and will not be funding your therapy bills. Please vote and comment and let me know how y'all feel!!

"If we just keep loving it… yes. The world only becomes cruel when we quit listening." The words hit her plain, but holy.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

she said and I waved great fully at her before reaching the shelf. As I looked at the books, one of it caught my eyes.. " calming the storms ". Immediately a smile shoots up on my face and I picked the book up to inspect it. I wanted to read this so I turned and still staring at the book, reading what the book was about. I hit something or should I say I bumped heads with something or someone possibly.. " fuck " I winced in pain before backing away and hitting the cabinet with my foot, causing me to sprain my ankle.. I'm sure I sprained it.

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

"The world is autonomous. The twins are ready. Now, the White Wolf and the Rebel must decide where they go when the story ends." I looked at Félix, and then at the mountains. Two chapters left. The Crown was gone. The Chain was broken. The Memory was safe. "Let the farewell come," I said, my voice a steady, human resonance. "We've given them everything we were." Lost of the memory-rain starting one last time—not a magical frequency, but real, cold water washing away the last of the old world’s dust.

Caliana's POV Like the morning before, I woke up to the smell of citrus. I get out of bed and do my morning routine, I have nothing much to do so I am just indoors. I'm sitting on the sofa next to the window and reading a favorite book of mine, the stone bull. I smile as I read but my mind trails to the Alpha, why did he buy me if he hates me so much, and isn't it easy to reject me? Does he abhor me so much that he can't do that and chose to punish me?

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t