Intrigued Book Novels & Stories

Once again, the divine beast clan ceases contact with the outside world to avoid the threats of the total extinction of the Four Divine Beast Clans. Such fate is cruel. "I guess... life sometimes is cruel," I murmured as I finished reading the book. I felt conflicted and emotional. I grabbed another book and found the title intriguing. "The Eye of the Truth," This is interesting. I began flipping the pages, and the more I read, the deeper my suspicion became. Doubts filled my mind, and something was off about the information written in this book. I suddenly felt dizzy and gripped the book hard. What happened?

This note could be an invitation to adventure or a summons for something far more sinister. The note burns a hole in my pocket, its cryptic message replaying in my mind. Part of me wants to dismiss it as a prank, yet my curiosity wins out. So, I make my way through the maze of shelves, running my fingers along the spines of countless books as I pass. Each step takes me deeper into this labyrinth of knowledge, now transformed into something sinister and surreal.

She chuckled to herself, wondering why the authors bothered with such misleading names. One particular book caught her eye - 'Blood Lust'. Raven couldn't help but roll her eyes at the title, feeling annoyed at the lack of originality. "Might as well give the writers of these books a Nobel prize for nice book titles," she grumbled under her breath as she opened the book. The first picture she came across made her pause. It was a disturbing image of a man with his head buried deep in the neck of a woman who was sitting down, with blood dripping from her neck.

Why would he care? My curiosity got the best of me when I grabbed the book and looked intently at my door. “I’m only going there to ask about the book.” I told myself, “Nothing more.” I convinced myself again. I really wanted to know why he gave me the book and so I let my intrusive thoughts lead me out of my room. I almost walked into a wall as soon as I was out of my door. It took a moment to realize it wasn’t a wall but the very man I was just on my way to meet. I was taken aback at first and I staggered back, gripping my doorknob to steady myself.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

So calm and gentle that one would think he was nobody dangerous and had nothing to hide. Rising from her seat, Roselle approached that shelf and gave a hard stare at the book. And the longer she stared at it, she did not know why but it seem to be becoming more and more mysterious, nearly enticing, in her eyes. It was really strange as it was just a book and there was no way it would be about him… right? Was this because she was just thinking too much? That must be the case, she thought, sighing. Still, she reached out to retrieve the book when all of a sudden, she heard the soft sound of the doors closing and muted falls of footsteps coming towards her.

I don't know why, but I'm really engrossed in reading mystery books especially when I could always figure out who the suspect is before the detective could even tell who it was in the end. I traced my fingers at the leaves of the books that are stored in the bookshelves as I read their titles until I came across a book which made me curious of it's title. It was called Isoria with a fantasy like book cover with golden specks laid across it. I then knew that it's a book I will never regret reading. I was tempted to buy at least two or more books. I saw a lot of books that I want to read, but I don't want to abuse my mom's kindness. I wasn't supposed to be allowed to buy any book right now.

“And before you ask another question, no, I haven’t lost my mind.” Jane snorted beside me. “I heard that,” I muttered. “Search every child born within the last four months. If anything unusual happened during the birth, if strange magic was reported, if a child was abandoned, if anything seems out of place, I want a report on my desk before sunrise.” “At once, Your Majesty.” The call ended and I stared at my phone for a long second. “This feels insane.” “It is insane,” Jane agreed. “But we’ve exhausted every logical explanation.”

That’s what I fear the most. Aurélie is not just a suspect in a criminal case. No, she has become something much more. She has ignited a passion within me that I don’t know how to control. With every encounter, every exchange, I have felt this growing attraction, this desire—not only for her body but for her enigmatic mind, her buried secrets. But is this love? Or just an illusion created by my own need to break free from the chains of my duty?

Late at night, on the bus, a hand slowly crept under my skirt as a man's warm breath brushed against my ear. As I was pressed against the glass door, I couldn't see what the man looked like. That only made my other senses more sensitive. All I could feel was his knee pressing against my thigh. "This is the first step of your addiction, Miss." … It was the height of summer. The air was suffocatingly humid, even at night, with the clammy feeling that typically comes right after rain.