Novel & Cerita Killing Time Book

“This herb will destroy your very being.” “It’s amusing that you think a mortal herb will kill me,” Time exclaims, taking the jar from the Gaze Reader’s hand. “Please, I would think you would know better than that.” Yazzmine begins changting in a dialect I don’t understand. “I’m bored with you,” Time suddenly sighs.

Carl removed it afterwards and I had to spend a week in ICU which earned me just more punishments as I had cost them "additional money" I could only close the door for a little freedom at this point. I had just started getting my books out of my backpack to try and do my homework as soon as possible, before I might not be able to do it later, when I heard footsteps approaching my room. Footsteps could and would most probably mean Carl and more hurt coming my way.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

But I'm ready for him, I don't care if I die killing him, people like him don't deserve to be alive. The Next day I walked into the school confidently, I didn't look at anyone but I knew their eyes were on. It was twelve PM so I decided to go to the library, when I walked in, there was no one there. I checked for a book called 'hundered ways to kill someone' it was a novel though and I have no idea what it's doing in the library, Emma told me about it. I found the book, I took a seat and opened to the first page, I saw a lot ways but most of them will be difficult.

After suffering three miscarriages for the sake of my husband, Xavier Lowe, I started seeing something no one else could—the death countdown hovering in front of people's hearts. The crimson numbers, ticking away in hours, days, and years, were as clear as day. It made my husband's family look at me like I was some kind of monster, especially after I accidentally blurted out the exact time that would later be Xavier's sister's death. At the time, they just laughed it off and didn't think much about it.

“The Paranormal Library has sections on every supernatural creature in history.” Kaid dropped the book onto a table, sending dust flying. He flipped it open to reveal nearly blank pages. “The Chronokeeper section is here,” he said, “but it’s useless. All it says is that they had full control over time. That they were very powerful. Dangerous. Nothing about their civilization, or how they disappeared.” My stomach tightened. “How could beings that powerful vanish without a trace?” Kaid slammed the book shut, frustration in his eyes. “I don’t know.”

"How the hell did you think.. that in this magical world of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Ghosts, I was gonna let my love for you drown away from your life so easily by just the death of my body?" He touched two of his fingers on her lips and kissed them. "Devil never dies, Sweetheart." Suddenly the clock chimed showing the time as four A. M. "Surprise.. surprise!" He smirked in an evil tone while turning and entering his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Time to meet, baby." ---- Hey Everyone! Thanks for reading. I hope my book kept you entertained till the end. If you've finished reading this book & want to know what happened next, you can find the second book in this series as Domi

Last time, Lana said the rescue team would take two hours too. From when I got out of the car to when I died—it wasn't even thirty minutes. But the second I stopped moving, they showed up right next to my body. I'd been driving before. Didn't have time to think it through. Now I finally got it. They were following me the second I stepped out of the car. If the fall didn't kill me, they would've finished it—made sure I stopped breathing. My skin crawled. A chill shot straight up my spine.

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

I scolded myself and groaned, thinking that perhaps entering Ash's room wasn't the wisest of all ideas. I forced myself to turn around and shift my gaze to the bookshelf. Figuring that something light to read in Ash's room would help me kill the boredom, I started going through some of the old books he kept there. I gently pulled out a few volumes that looked somewhat ancient and placed them on the table. Two of those books were written in some strange language that resembled a series of long lines and patterns more than any kind of known alphabet. I delicately placed those books back on the shelf, but once I did, something fell from between the pages...