Lost Story Book Novels & Stories

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Yet, almost three textbooks have already been disposed of in the corner, insightful but useless to Z’s situation. One rainy night, she came across a tattered book in the pile of books she ought to read. It was the first book the librarian gave her but owing to its old look and almost ruined cover, she neglected it and decided to have a look at those with an eye-catching cover. Now that she looked at it again, she felt a certain spark of magic twinkling from it. She traced the pattern embossed on the cover, thinking that it would have been better to see it freshly printed. From the stains and dirt blurring the illustration of an eye pierced by an arrow, she’d seen the words, ‘Scars: Magic Unk

After getting satisfied, he vanished in the thick layer of fog, leaving them lying in the pool of their blood. “To be continued...” (Important Note: - Guys, it would be better if you read this story in the web version of the Good Novel, because we can only read bold and Italic words in the web version. I’m just saying to avoid any confusion regarding past or flashback scenes. If you are reading this note in an Italic Version, then it means that you are using the right platform for reading this story.)

Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.

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she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

I began, my voice laced with dramatic flair, "it all started on a stormy night in a mysterious library. Ishtar was in search of a rare, ancient book that was said to have the power to bring two souls together." Amanda leaned forward, clearly captivated by the tale. "Go on, Damian," she encouraged, nudging her husband. "At least they didn't meet at a funeral parlor." "What? Did you two-" Ishtar asked, surprised, and Robert giggled. "Amanda would tell you all about it after Damian!" "Ishtar stumbled upon the book in the darkest corner of the library," I continued, my storytelling skills coming to the fore. "And as she touched it, I appeared, like a character straight out of a romance novel."

Slowly, I pulled the lid off and I was horrified when I saw two heads of babies with eyes wide open as their mouths were open too. I screamed in horror as I moved away from it and fell to the ground. My hands were shaking as I see a lot of bloodstain on the bluish and purplish heads and even on the insides of the box. I tried to calm my fast heart beating as I breathe heavily through my nose and my mouth before I finally dared to approach it again since there was a small envelope inside it. I looked away while I was reaching out for the envelope and as soon as I took a hold of it, I opened it and it says: “You will lose what I lost. -Jolene”

The family gathered under the blood moon, the smell of scorched earth in the air, and the memory of an almost-tragedy burned into their bones. Three days later, Thelma sat by the fireplace, a shawl over her shoulders, and Saint in her lap. She opened her leather-bound book. “Tonight, I will tell you the story of the girl who burned and became legend.” Saint looked up. “Is it about you?” She smiled. “It always was.”

“ I'm not going to keep telling you what happened. Lena, Dad will be getting off soon. We don't have time to stop and catch you up. “ I slide down into my seat, saying sorry. I'm not even in the mood to argue at this point. Torrine rolls her eyes and says, “You didn't miss much. We saw a human turn into a wolf. The eyes changed color, and the body transformed into an animal. It looked painful. “ I'm looking at the excitement in torrines eye. She quickly presses play and shushes everyone. Now I'm thinking of the night I was in the field and how my eyes changed. I quickly ask can I see that remote? Grabbing the remote, I rewind for five minutes. Gaia screams, “Stop! You're going too far !” pre