Mexican Gothic Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watc

Yennefer was getting tired of flipping through pages with no breakthrough. Yennefer stumbled on a book written in Spanish, she read through the cover with intrigue, the moment she picked it up she was already engrossed, from the ancient carvings on the cover to the title, the color and name of the author. “Lobo demonio..” Yennefer read out loud, which meant Demon wolf. Yennefer peeled the book open and began to d******d the contents as fast as she could, in a could of hours she was done with the book. She kept it on her table and drifted into sleep. She could finnaly have a rest.

the Architect said, smiling cruelly, “I’m not the only one hunting you. The Board kept a hundred books on their computer. Scary stories, war stories, stories of monsters that eat stars. Now, the walls between the books are gone.” As he spoke, the alley began mixing with other worlds. Off in the distance, Maya saw a metal dragon from a space story flying above a candy forest. Ghosts from an ancient horror tale wandered through a futuristic city of glass. Everything was colliding. The long path had turned into a nightmare. “We need to go,” Julian said, grabbing Maya’s hand. “The Ghostwriter said the secret is in the title of Chapter 100. We have to reach the end before this world becomes a sto

Further down the corridor was a cellar, which is where Bloodstain's den was. Guila walked to her bed and pulled out a black-covered book. It wasn't heavy or too thick. That was the only book she could save from being destroyed. The last book about the story of the first lycanthropist. It tells how it all happened and gives details about the moon goddess and her history with him.

Macey has trusted him and risked her life, in exchange, he broke it and almost drained Macey's body. Even Calderon didn't trust himself enough. If now, Macey would willingly lend herself, he didn't think he would ever try to do it again. Never. ~ “You love paranormal books?” Calderon has felt the girl's presence a few meters back, and he smiled when Macey's soft voice has finally echoed in his ears. “Yes. Kind of? I guess you can say that I am.” Calderon has nodded excitedly, thrilled that Macey, the librarian, has left her seat to check on him, a simple invader.

Melissa's POV I crept my way to the library as I couldn't keep mingling with Donald's breath in the class. Yet, it was so pity I couldn't escape from him as I have thought. His sudden presence in the library startled me. My breath reversed as he approach me with intent. I flinched, wishing to disappear into the book I was reading. A huge gasp of breath escaped from my lung as he paused on his steps abruptly, however, I haven't normalized when his hand swing off the book from my hands. I became stupefied. My eyes connected with his dazzling eyes. They pierce at me like a dreadful monster.

They knocked on his door but he did not answer, they insisted, but they continued without cooperating, suddenly a young boy, badly dressed in a nasty dirty way, and maybe he had a little bit of hallucinogenic substances on him, anyway he answered too badly and shouting at them they had to leave so as not to continue calling the attention of the neighbor, but without a doubt they would return that same day at night to resume the lack of respect that made María De La Cruz so bad-tempered; poor Emiliano Romero was about to die of shock at seeing so much disorder around him. That same night, exactly at two o'clock in the morning when the dark shadows abound in the streets, they went out to look

“What are you doing? “ Following your suggestion. Madison answered. Doing a little research. Madison used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,” “I just saw poking out of the shelf down there. I cannot explain it, but I think this might give us the answers we need,” “Mysterious cakes. Strange books. Talking cats. After everything we have gone through so far, nothing is going to surprise me again,” April G remarked as she shook her head. Madison stopped flipping through the bo

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

Maxon said, looking at me. At that moment, I panicked and raised my hands that were in blue flames, "Maxon, what am I." **************************************************************** Author's Note: I am very grateful to you for giving my book a chance, please leave your comments on what you think of the story and what you think of the characters' decisions, don't forget to leave your raiting (the little stars) for my book. Available on Spanish at "Por Siempre Tuya" en espanol https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000018152/Paranormal/Por-Siempre-Tuya