Goodbye Cruel World Book Novels & Stories

That dirty old greedy man is really not good for this world. Allistori held my hand and he gently snatched the picture out of my hand before giving me some cold water. I can see nothing in his eyes and sometimes, I wish I was like him too. I wish I don’t feel any remorse or pity for everyone and yet, here I am trembling because I lost a fucking fifty men in the battle. He sighed. “ Hey, it’s not your fault. This is the world you are born to reign in Gab. Don’t just tremble about these mere things–”

Goodbye. And never again.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

Theo and said;" sorry young boy about that, as you see i'm an old man sometimes i used to misstep" "misstep", as Theo muttered the word and said to the old," it's ok" and looked at the spoil food and gets up to walk to his house he heard the old man saying:" here take this as an apology, i guess this doesn't value too much, take this and forgive this old man". Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day.

I hope you found some comfort and joy in what I wrote. As I say goodbye, I want to leave you with a message of hope and love. Remember to find joy in the little things and to be strong when things get tough. Thank you again for reading. I wish you all the best. Goodbye, Ringing The World (Mercykings.) Please countdown to book 2, coming soon… I love you all.

Instead, it smiled and said, “Amazing. You managed to exert such a powerful force and break my defenses even in such a terrible state.” While speaking, the golden puppet warrior’s energy leaked into the surroundings, and its body slowly faded. Soon, it had vanished entirely, and a golden book appeared. The book fell from the sky and landed directly in front of James. “I did it!” James sighed in relief. He forcibly sat up, picked up the golden book, and excitedly examined it. The cover had a few primitive inscriptions belonging to the Dark World’s Human Race engraved on it. Being proficient in the Human Race’s primitive inscriptions, James immediately recognized the words.

He had stood in my study, fists clenched at his sides, his face pale with grief he did not yet know how to name. I had sat with him as his uncle and told him something I believed then, and still believed now. “The world is not cruel, Giovanni. It is indifferent. Cruelty implies intention. Indifference is simply the absence of care. The only real power available to us is to be less indifferent than the world, to choose, deliberately and without sentiment, what we want, and move toward it without allowing anything, or anyone, to alter our direction.” He had looked at me with those golden-brown eyes, eyes he now turned on Nella, and nodded slowly.

At first, he tried to dismiss it, but then, he remembered a certain phrase in the old, worn book their grandmother had left him and Stella. The book was filled with strange prophecies and strange happenings that had always seemed like stories from another world. But one page in particular haunted him now detailing a shift that was supposed to occur, a sign of something that would come upon a young boy when the time was right. The silver hair was a symbol of the witch's ancient, strange promise of the end of the world.

A small card sat perfectly on top, scribed in Giovanni’s elegant writing. ‘Us against the world.’ Giovanni gripped my hand, noticing the look of uncertainty on my face. “I don’t get it.” I stuttered. “You will.” I peeled away the silk, allowing the material to drop to the desk. The shimmer of metal caught in the light and I gasped at what lay before me. A small pistol. Nine millimetre calibre of deathly perfection. It was a simple silver design with a matte black grip. Small enough to conceal in a handbag but mighty enough to kill. I gulped at the realisation of what stared up at me. A key to death.

Then I turn to the next page, WHAT IS NOT ALLOWED: -ANYTHING THAT DESTROYS THE PLANET -PEOPLE SPREADING HATRED It’s that simple :) PLACES ON PLANET EARTH THAT ARE SO PRETTY THEY SHOULD BE PUT IN SADIE’S WORLD: -All the bookstores and music stores there is -Sky Ranch -Callao Cave -Every art museum there is -Barasoain Church -The whole of Baguio city This is one heck of a list, I thought to myself. She was really serious about making a new planet. I hate to think that if someone saw this, they'd probably make fun of her since children mostly do these types of things, but knowing who Sadie is and hearing about her new 'planet speech', I understand her and why this exists. More than that: I appr