Horrible Books Novels & Stories

Elena's POV He is weird! A very weird weird weird creature and I hate him so much! One minute he becomes so caring and then at another moment he shows what he really is! A monster! Yeah! A monster!! Manik Monster Malhotra! If you are thinking I have gone crazy than congratulations! You are right! I've become insane and if some kind of sanity is left then I'm sure it won't take much time to be converted into insanity! What the hell does that man thinks of himself?

(Hirre's POV) ~In the next day~ the Tyranny Pack. "Hirre, what's now? Did you find something you needed?" Sandra, my cousin asked as she sat beside me. We were almost two hours in the massive Library but I only read a forbidden book about magic. "Yeah. This Book of Morgue matched the things that Doctor Zahard said to me." I said while continuing to read the contents. "So what did you find out?" Sandra added as she looked at me, waiting for me to reply.

He was a greenhorn in the finding of books here since he had never been in here talk more of finding books for the Alpha. Another thing why this library was different was because most of the books in here were strange. They were very strange and most of them were large books with hard spines and gold or silver letterings. Most of them did not have any pictures in their fronts; there was usually only a plain brown, black or white cover and then the name of the book with that of the author's. It was a bit unnerving to see books like that especially since all the books I had known since childhood were the ones that had colorful pictures and drawings in them. I wasn't used to these types of book

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

I mumbled to myself. That is accurate. Why can't they have only one or two truly good textbooks instead of publishing three, four, or even more interesting ones? I chose one of them and noticed that it was about a conflict between good and bad fairies, so I promptly returned it. No, I'm not reading five hundred pages of fictional tension and three fairy blatant hunks squabbling for a freaking so usual Disney princess. Give me a werewolf or vampire story with some alpha males on it any day.

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

“I wouldn’t call them horrible, they are worse then horrible, what’s another word that means worse then horrible?” “Ash, are you trying to sound stupid, because it’s working, what about atrocious?” “Yes, I believe that describes them perfectly. And about the other matters at hand, what do you propose we do in order to find people that can handle the war?” “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it very much, I will go talk to Cooper and we will brainstorm some ideas while you hide in your little hobble for a little while longer.”

I rushed toward the grave. The blood-stained words read, "Cindy Larson is a shameless woman, and the parents who raised her are animals!" What kind of hatred or grudge could make someone deface Peter and Lila's grave with such vicious words? My vision went black. I collapsed to my knees, desperately trying to wipe the words off. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I've failed you. You can't even rest in peace. It's my fault. How could this happen? I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry!"

I shouted again, louder this time, stepping fully into the wrecked library. He barely even glanced at me. His eyes were dark…not angry, not sad…just… empty. Cold. It sent a chill straight down my back. “These books are useless,” he said again, his voice disturbingly calm. “All full of lies. Fairytales. Nonsense meant to keep us soft.” I looked around the room, my chest tightening. Books littered the floor like fallen leaves. Some had been torn right down the middle. Others had been stomped on, crushed under his boots.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.