Literally Dead Book Club Novels & Stories

We all surrounded the burning fire, silence creeping into the atmosphere hanging above our heads. "I will definitely miss the real world and being alive." I voice out staring at the burning fire, my eyesight a little bit cloudy. "Yeah. I definitely will." Daniel echoes after me. I breathe in and out then threw the book into the fire. Sounds of someone clapping cut through the solemn silence that was upon us. I looked around in horror searching for the hands that produced the clap. "Did y'all really think I would just vaporize into non existent once the book is burnt??" A horror-ish laughter followed the question revealing the hands responsible for the clap, The evil one.

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

“A few hours from now, a moment to the truth as everything will turn back and undo, a thousand souls and blood to be spilled and a holder’s doll to be manipulated. Everything is perfectly falling into the plan.” Drawing an evil smile, he looks at the picture of the one that will pave the book for that world to exist and the same that will be ‘HIS’ final sacrificial soul to feed the sin that this world holds. "Soon enough,” “ALLIAH.” Looking back as someone whispers a call unto her name, the wind blew in an eerie pattern together with a warning she could not pinpoint what. Shoving the thoughts away as she might just hearing things. She continues walking as she’s reading the documents, reports

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I didn’t even like books. Maybe that should’ve been my first clue. But after getting dumped by my ex—over text, mind you—I needed something, anything, to take my mind off it. That’s how I found myself in this dimly lit club, clutching a glossy pamphlet I barely skimmed before showing up. The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

“Does this girl own anything besides ugly cardigans and musty paperbacks?” The girl in question being me but my sweaters are not ugly, they are expressions of art and my classic novel collections are not musty. “I don’t like clubs” I muttered, flipping a page in the novel on my lap. “Too loud.” “You’ve never been to one!” Lena snapped, tossing a pair of distressed jeans over her shoulder. “All you do is read about morally grey men choking and bending women over the tables and then act shocked when we ask you to touch grass”