Novel & Cerita Natural Disaster Books Fiction

but no one seemed to know who she was and it was concluded that for some reason, her clan had shunned her. She decided to go by the name Dorothy, said it made her sound sophisticated. She was friendly, kind and everybody liked her. Everyone except my little sister, Adeline. Her gift was empathy and each time she saw Dorothea, she said she felt something off about her. We didn't listen. She lived with us for five months and I was enamoured by her. Unlike the other girls, she wasn't intimidated by what my position as Jeremias's son meant. Or by my gift. Nobody listened. We didn't see it coming. She was a mole. That morning, she wanted to take a walk by the river. She begged me to go with her.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

With trembling hands, I opened the book and began to read. The words on the pages spoke of a time long ago, when the world was in chaos and darkness reigned. It told of a powerful force that had emerged from the depths of the earth, granting supernatural abilities to a select few. These individuals were chosen to become the guardians of nature, protectors of the balance between light and dark. But as the power grew, so did the greed and ambition of some who possessed it. They sought dominance over others, using their abilities for personal gain and control. In their quest for power, they lost sight of their purpose and became twisted, losing their humanity and embracing the darkness within.

"What do they tell you." Maya considered. "That he thinks carefully about things," she said. "That he has been trying to understand the world for a long time. That he reads things that are difficult because he believes difficult things are worth understanding." She paused. "And that he has been doing this alone for longer than he should have been." Sienna looked at the shelves. At the second shelf from the bottom where the books she had read were sitting, slightly out of alignment with the precise arrangement of the others, the specific visible record of someone living in a space that had been designed for one and was becoming something else.

Books that offered shelter to those still lost in the storm. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet air of that late afternoon, feeling the warmth of Luka, the solidity of Elias, and the heartbeat of Zion against her back. She thought of the seventeen-year-old girl who had walked into that bookstore on a rainy afternoon, seeking refuge in someone else’s pages because she still didn’t know that one day she would have her own to offer. She thought of the broken woman she had been, of the painful but necessary crossing, of the moments when she had almost given up.

I decided to sit down and read it. As I read, I was transported to another world. The book was a travelogue of a young woman's adventures in the A****n rainforest. She described the sights, sounds, and smells of the jungle with such vivid detail that I felt like I was right there with her. I was so engrossed in the story that I didn't even realize how much time had passed.