Goosebumps Manuscripts Novels & Stories

I just stared at my handwriting… There was no title yet… Then I remembered that mysterious man and how he stared at me. So… “The title’s going to be… The One Who Owns the Deadly Glance.” I have never done anything remarkable in my life but that piece she called trash meant everything to me. I pressed the manuscript against my chest and remembered the sleepless nights, the restlessness, the inspiration, and the reason why I prompted myself to finish it… I believe many people will appreciate it just the way I appreciated my grandfather's stories. It’s dedicated to him… G-pa, this manuscript will take me to the most exciting new chapter of my life.

Belle narrowed her eyes at the last words of the papers that were cut off as the ink faded as though a drop of water had fallen in it. Belle who thought the list to be both frighteningly odd and chilling, decided to find more from the book she saw. After more investigation, she studied the last page of the book with her sister’s small handwriting, “I will wait for you in my most special place.” Goosebumps covered Belle’s arms. She pushed herself from the book, not knowing the large shadow of a person enlarging behind her. The black hands were the exact same pair of hands that had been hiding behind the table earlier. It slowly tried to cover her neck, inching in an unpredictable timing.

“There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.” “Manuscript?” “Yes. It’s a story about them but not only is it a story but everything in it is factual. Apparently, all their enemies want to grab the copy of it. It is believed that it exposes them.” Hunter dropped the man on the floor. “Are you certain?” “Yes Hunter.” Hunter picked the notes on the table and walked to the door. He turned around and said, “If I ever find out you are lying to me, I will kill you and your whole family. Do you understand me?”

“There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.” “Manuscript?” “Yes. It’s a story about them but not only is it a story but everything in it is factual. Apparently, all their enemies want to grab the copy of it. It is believed that it exposes them.” Hunter dropped the man on the floor. “Are you certain?” “Yes Hunter.” Hunter picked the notes on the table and walked to the door. He turned around and said, “If I ever find out you are lying to me, I will kill you and your whole family. Do you understand me?”

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

I remember my wish that if I get in on Saint George, he must give me two years to confess to Gio. I don’t have any idea why my manuscript for a publishing house has been declined. I know there is a reason and I will definitely know about that soon. The contract agreement has deep terminologies that made my mind sleepy. I looked again at the package I disinfected earlier and it’s now dry. I abruptly opened it and I smiled widely as I saw what’s inside. It’s the books I bought overseas. These are the books that I want when I was young and I finally bought them.

she laughed as he dragged her cheeks, pecking her forehead. A pang of jealousy stabbed me in my chest. Unexpected and Unwelcome. I brushed the feelings aside, reminding myself that I was just a mere participant. Yet, the sight of them together, so comfortable and intimate, left a bitter taste. Mr Gavin handed me a bulky envelope, his expression serious. “Here Mason”. He offered. I felt the weight of the content, knowing instinctively what it held. The cash was substantial, but why so generous? Was it merely payment for fulfilling Christiana’s desire?

His question was short and gave away nothing about what they were talking about before I intruded. Well, it wasn’t my business so I didn’t try to decode. I just sat quietly and waited for them to say their goodbyes while I brought out the manuscript from my bag. I had come with two copies though he asked me for one. He was going to have his and I was going to have mine. That way, I could be sure that he would look at it at least once everyday, even if it was just a glance in its direction. They both stood up, exchanged hugs and then I was left alone with Miles.

A slow, lingering pressure that sent a shiver straight down my spine and into territory that had nothing to do with formatting. “The file is active, Rhys.” “Save it.” His hand sliding up my thigh under the hoodie. His palm warm against bare skin. My fingers stuttering on the trackpad. I hit save on instinct the same way I had been doing in the past few months together. He took the laptop off my knees and slid it across the floor where it landed against his gear bag with a thud that would have made my thesis advisor weep. “That’s my MANUSCRIPT–”

For Dan to be able to get his hands on such a great number of papers was very impressive. The other thing Mane had taken note of was that the information on the paper was handwritten. Although the handwriting was delicate, and the penmanship was exquisite, Mane knew a handwritten text when he saw one. And all books – all seven bundles of them – were handwritten. It seemed that to get information in this age was harder than normal.