Max Crumbly Books 4 Novels & Stories

Two more groups presented and the next group was "Anna Peterson and Harry Pace!" Kavinsky and Kaylee cheered them up more than everyone as they moved forward. "What we have here, is just to explain the concept of gravity...", Anna started and when she was done, Harry picked it up from where she left it and continued. After they were done, they presented again with their project, to show how it works. "A C4!", the teacher shouted again and they went back to their seats. It was a common project he had seen over the years, so he was not that impressed.

Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Tonight, bored and a little tipsy from red wine, she’d found the old leather-bound book. Ars Goetia scrawled on the cover in faded gold. Flipping through it for fun, she’d traced a strange sigil with her finger while muttering the Latin words under her breath, thinking it was all ridiculous nonsense. The candles flickered violently. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of smoke and something darker, sulfur and sweet musk. A low chuckle echoed through the room.

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“Transformation complete.” “Congratulations.” “I’m a T-Rex.” “You’re a T-Rex taking a nap.” His smile disappeared immediately. “T-Rexes don’t nap.” “T-Rexes also don’t watch Cars.” Five minutes later, he walked toward the stairs dragging his little blanket behind him, still muttering that modern dinosaur life had too many rules. Gabriella followed behind him. “I want two books,” Max said. “One.” “Two small ones.” Their voices disappeared upstairs.

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

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In some cases, she just scanned the spines, when visible. After another hour or so, Caitlin, her back killing her, on her hands and knees, reached the far wall. At the very bottom of one of the tallest stacks, she yanked out one particularly large and heavy book—and as she did, the entire stack came crashing down around her; she quickly covered her head as the mountain collapsed, and got out of the way just before being completely crushed. The books finally settled in a huge cloud of dust, and she looked up, dazed and confused. She felt like she wanted to cry.

Iris's POV: It's been a week after the worse Ice-cream break we had. I never heard from the boys later. They all have been gone for a week and everything is in a deep shit. At home, it is a mess. At school it is a mess and everywhere is a mess. I have overheard someone speaking about the blast at the boys play area. Well fun thing, they have many and one of it had been burnt down to ashes. And everyone are busy. The girls, the kids and Arius too.

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

Aunt Marge greeted her enthusiastically. “It’s been so long since I last ate a bread baked from brick oven. I can’t wait to bring some home for dad” she said while spreading cheese over a slice. “Here try some” she excitedly put a small piece of bread in Celine’s mouth and the latter just opened her mouth to accept it. “Eat some more, we will feed the animals later and try the horses” Aunt Marge’s eyes were glowing despite being so early in the morning. Has she been brainwashed overnight?