Mad Lib Book Novels & Stories

I'm sorry and I love you both so much. Love, Mom "Did you find the book?" Linda asks after Christina reads the note. I nodded. Christina folds the letter. "What was in it?" "It was a story. In that story, there are mythical creatures but there were no humans in it. Guardians, elves, werewolves, vampires, banshees, and even different realms." "Realms?"

he said as he flipped through the pages. I ignored him. “I am not hungry,” I said, making him look back up at me. “Can I have my book back?” That book meant everything to me. It was just a werewolf history textbook, but it was my favorite book. My mom gave it to me when I was a little girl. She used to read the history of the Three Kingdoms to me and it was one of my favorite memories of our time together. “You have to eat, Maddie,” Alpha Dimitri said as he handed me my book back.

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

That's why lately I've been so less pressured, I don't care whenever he starts raging and complaining because to him you'll never be good enough. Well that's all over now. I went to my old table and looked under it. I use to keep letters, lots and lots of love letters from girls back then. No particular reason why but everytime I read them, it made me feel special to someone at least. Those letter weren't there anymore. Unbelievable. I tried moving the table completely. It wasn't there. I sighed, I thought I made it clear that nothing should be touched in this room? Then I noticed I tiny opening in the floor, like a crack. More like a little hole. I pushed it through and realized it was a ti

Luuk had a knack for making him lose his composure. " Describe your typical daily mood. Is your mood like a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady?" Mr Anderson continued. He refused to give up. "Steady." Luuk played with the corners of the book he grabbed from the table. The title read "Journey through space" a book written by " Adrian Whitehead" a popular adventurer in the space world. There was a rumor that only 3 of the books were printed, it is a rare book! And there's one casually lying on Ruben’s desk.

Then she looks at Kaia, “My Kaia…what swollen lips you have. Did you play little red riding hood or something with Isaiah?” I looked at her curiously. “Little red riding hood?” “You’ve never heard of that story?” Sinclair asked. “Can’t say that I have.” “There’s a big, bad wolf and he tries to eat little red riding hood.” She winked. I looked at her strangely, “That’s a real story?” “Children’s story.” Kaia said and then she smirked at Sinclair, “Maybe I wanted my big, bad wolf to be a big, bad wolf, Sinclair.” She winked.

“Why can I not read? When I became your friend, I read too, and with Lucy—” Edmund was about to say something when Morgan interrupted, "Yea, yea, when you first found out about Lucy, you turned my entire damn apartment into a giant library, and trust me on this, Jimmy and Charlie, no one is willing to take those books even for free, and if I say I have thousands of books about how to be a good big brother, I have a whole unique collection in my apartment, and now, I started seeing those books again, and this time they are in smaller numbers but—" Morgan was about to say something when Edmund interrupted him.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

******************************************* FROM PENCILS TO YOU Please guys, do let me know that you're enjoying this book in the comment section. By the way, who do you think is more manipulative; Abigail or Matilda?

I tell myself they’re only rumors. I personally know how rumors affect people. So, I'll give him the benefit of a doubt. I sit curled up on a sofa, half-buried under a blanket. Pip is perched on my shoulder, one tiny leg swinging as she leans forward to squint at the open book in my lap. The page is covered in cramped script and faded drawings. Drawings wolves in chains, pyres burning, silver blades raised beneath a blood-red moon. The History of the Lycan Purge.