Most Boring Book Ever! Novels & Stories

Watching the gooey slimy things slowly,dripping down my books , I hardly suppressed a groan . I couldn't believe it , fine , I can but it was starting of our final year. You might think that after tormenting me for continuous two years these people would finally get bored, find a new target and move on.

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"I thought you hate bookstore? You hate books remember? You even said it's boring and just for old people." I felt a lightning struck me in the head. Nanlaki ang mata ko dahil sa sinabi nito. Like geee! talagang sinabi yun ni Lady Marina? How could you say that Lady Marina! Books are not boring, and especially not just for old people, okay? Kinilabutan tuloy ako. Me, imagining myself stating that in front of my bestfriends. Naku! ilang sapak at hampas kaya ang aabutin ko? baka nga ay ma-ospital pa ako at ma-comatose.

Denera The library was really quiet like it usually is in a library. But this time, there was no one else there at all. It even felt a little bit dusty. I remember feeling amazed when I first came in here. There were so many books, it was like a dream come true. I even felt like the character Belle from the story Beauty and the Beast. But now, three hours have passed, and I've already read two books. The first one was about the history of the pack, but it got kind of boring, so now I'm reading a fanfiction story about werewolves and vampires that someone wrote.

The hushed whispers and the soothing ticking of the clock on the wall only served to magnify my boredom. I glanced around, observing the other students engrossed in their books, diligently turning pages and taking notes. How in the world did they find this interesting? The thought plagued my mind as I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, allowing the monotony of the library to lull me into a drowsy state.

Cora About three hours later I am…over books. As a genre, in their entirety. My hands are dusty, and I’m sick of the smell of musty old pages, and they’re just so boring – Page after page of history regarding shifter worship practices – who genuflected to this god, and how, and where, and for how long, and the minute changes in the practices… I groan, pushing my twentieth book away from me and looking dourly at the stack of about fifty still left in my pile.

Brothers C H A P T E R 8 R H Y K E R "I'm fucking bored!" Roman groaned in annoyance as I read the last chapter of my book, it's about the human brain and its behaviours. This book describes a lot about experiments on human beings, treating them as if they were guinea pigs. "Dude, what the fuck are you reading?" Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright.

Not even remotely. “What kind of joke is this?” I muttered under my breath. I flipped through a few more pages for good measure, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that had anything to do with me or that strange power surge or… whatever had happened. Just random stories, myths, legends… beasts that belonged in bedtime stories, not real life. My irritation finally snapped. I slammed the book shut, harder than necessary. The sound echoed through my room, and a puff of dust burst into the air.