John List Book Novels & Stories

"Is it? I find that hard to believe, given recent events." John's chest tightened as Marcel held up the notebook. Blood drained from his face. "Do you recognize this?" Marcel asked. John didn't bother trying to deny it. Evidence was written plainly on his face now, and even if it wasn't, he was sure Marcel had gone through the book already, or else he wouldn't have shown up here. Ironically, this was the very book he was looking for, and somehow, he had left it at Marcel's estate. This is such a foolish and unfortunate situation.

John in chap 11 A ) The words above were said by John in the 12th chapter of The Uprise Of Hell B ) The words above were said by John in the 11th chapter of The Uprise Of Hell C ) The words above were said by John in the 15th chapter of The Uprise Of Hell D )The words above were said by John in the 9th chapter of The Uprise Of Hell Maria saw her alter ego in the depths of hell which revealed what to her?

You know my interview is pending so I want to be well prepared. " Yes and what does that means." " I have to buy some books you know to improve my vocab and all.So is there a library near by ? " " Yes there is one down the lane." " How far ? " " Not much." ~~~ John drove to the library.And guess what ! it was the same library Lily was in.Isn't it strange that you keep crossing paths with people that you want to avoid ?...... John parked outside the library. " John you go in"I have a call to make.I will catch up with you."

Business expansion said, John. I then asked John to publish my book. The problem was, if the book was published by a giant publisher like Gacindo, then its reach would be wider. After reading, John was hard to grant. As you knew, my book was dangerous, not only for him but also for his employees. "Do you know what you wrote?" asked John. "I just want to finish what my grandfather and your grandfather fought for," I replied. John thought for a moment. Then, John turned to Alex, who was greeted with a nod from his father. Then, he conveyed what he could do.

Her lips were really tempting as she continued to read from her laptop. Laura::Hey John? John? John??? Are you even listening to me at all? You've been staring at my lips. John::Oh!! Sorry Laura, it's just that you can't understand. Laura::I can't understand? Try me then. John::Are you sure about this??? Laura::of course go ahead. John:: Okay Laura, you see……..

I turn my head around to check what is under my mini drawer, only to see a book with a dominant red on its cover page. “Sometimes you win, Sometimes you Learn…” I read loudly. I tilted my head. “Did I bought one like this before?” I asked myself since I don’t remember reading this book from before. But if it isn’t mine, then why is this here inside my place? Shoving all of my questions, I pulled the chair in front of my vanity mirror and decided to check the content. A little smile showed in my face when I realized something from the title. There is a Lose behind the word Learn and it is written with black ink. I flip on the next pages and it first have notes from the Author named John C. Ma

“And I saw your crush all over you the entire time.” “Come on, James. It’s not like that,” I protested, cheeks burning again. He chuckled. “Relax. I’m just messing with you.” I turned to John. “So, how’s life in the Iron Pack?” “Boring,” he answered, pushing up his spectacles. “Except the library. That place is massive compared to ours.” I wasn’t surprised. John rarely found joy in anything outside his books. “What about you, James?” I turned to him. “I’m sure you’re really enjoying it.”

John held the book in the air, making a face as if he were holding a bottle of acid. "You," he said slowly and firmly, "do not need this." I leaned against the lockers and raised an eyebrow. I knew that there was no point in grabbing the book back from him; John was a brown belt in karate. He had ninja reflexes. "Why is that?" I asked softly. John fluttered through the pages, showing them to me. My eyes kept narrowing as he kept flicking through the pages. My eyes kept darting from picture to picture. "You don't seem to understand what I'm telling you," John insisted. "You. Are. Not. Gay!"

It was a strange size, looking more like a journal, jammed between Whispers 2 and his hardcover edition of Dark Forces. He touched the book’s spine, fingers trailing down its pebbled surface. He was about to pull it out, had his finger hooked on the spine’s edge, but he figured it was probably a collector’s edition he’d bought at Arcane Delights, the used bookstore in town. That’s all. Scanning the shelves unsuccessfully for something else interesting, John brushed off his knees and stood. Something swished down the hall.

At the top of the fourth page, lifted whole out of my own statement to the council, one word. Alone. Underlined three times. He hasn't accused me of one thing in that book. He hasn't written down a single guess. He's only put the facts in a row and left them sitting there, and there isn't an elder in that chamber who could argue with a page of it. My hands wouldn't hold still. Then the overhead light came on. John stood in the doorway with his hand still on the switch, no coat on him, sleeves rolled to the elbow. His eyes went from my face to the open drawer to what I was holding.