Lazy Genius Book Novels & Stories

single" someone can really tell you anything. I mean, they can but they can expect to die. Try to remember that in the future. Your cultivation will bring your aggression more if you let it." Four nodded and took the words in for understanding. "Umu I do not know. I can feel a part of me wanting to come out. A voice beckoning me to do so. I like it but I am also afraid. The Cultivation Manual you gave me, "Quiet Titan" seems to complex for me." Thinking bout the different intricacies of it made his head spin most days. Even when he failed to understand, he felt his mind turn sharper. Thoughts turn clearer. "The Bull manual from the Lan clan is easier."

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

“Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He grabbed his briefcase. “Another one of your dusty old god books. Of course. You’d rather spend all day reading about dead civilizations than fuck your boyfriend.” His laugh was bitter now. “You know what? Fine. Stay here with your imaginary watcher. I’m done begging.” “Stan, wait—” But he was already at the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, looking back at me with disappointment so sharp it hurt. “Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.”

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

Competence, she learned, was its own narcotic. When the espresso cooled and the study lamps took over the sun’s job, the lesson shifted to people. Lenny dragged a leather-bound book from the drawer and opened it like a priest revealing relics. Names and notes, not just debts: a bastard child’s birthday, a father’s surgery, a wife’s second attempt at sobriety. Tiny biographies of leverage and loyalty. Margins wore small griefs in pencil; some lines had been pressed hard enough to cut the paper.

(DARK WORLD) HE draws HIS usual sinister smile. Amused, no, HE is enjoying every bit of what HE is seeing right now. Doing the things that HE could simply ask one of HIS pawns to do. Yet, the way HE wrote this entire book is what it is currently dictating right now. “Aren’t I a genius?” HE asks while giggling and making Valerie and Clayden shiver from deep within their core. But then they couldn’t let it show, nor even breathe a sign of it. Let alone and worse, speaking about it.

Now it was my job to protect all of our kind. VENUS P.O.V... "Now, I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart, but where's your-, and I know there's nothing I can say to change that part, to change that..." My eyes snap open to the alarm on my phone playing my favorite song, Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. They have been my favorite band for years. "So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?"