Novel & Cerita Not Quite By The Book

Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title. Even with the flaw in my codename, The Seven Sins of Underground Society sounds great and is not horrible to listen to. It's amusing to consider that whoever it was that I had attempted to drive away at the time would still be my buddies. There's nothing wrong with being weird; they might even be weirdos. My pals could even infect me without my knowledge. Nice ... I can call one of my pals.

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

“I can get it for you. What’s the name of the book?” I froze. I couldn’t come out and name it; the book didn’t necessarily have a title, per se. I ran a hand through my hair, leaving it standing on end. “It doesn’t have a title.” Another pause. “Your… book doesn’t have a title?” “It’s not really a book, necessarily. More of a series of historical notes.” “Ok,” Mark said, clearly unphased. “What does it look like?” “It’s dark green.” “How do you know?” Mark mused. He had a point.

I said coldly to the system, "that there would be no danger to my life. So what, am I just supposed to sit here and take whatever happens next?" The men had already started stripping away my clothes. The feel of their coarse hands grazing against my skin made me gag in disgust. My vision began to blur, and my thoughts scattered, slipping away like sand through my fingers. In its place came a strange, oppressive heat that clouded my senses. The system answered in a trembling voice, "Yes, I did promise your safety. But I didn't expect this supporting character to go so far…" "Then how the hell am I considered safe now?" I asked.

I muttered before getting out of my drenched clothes and putting on some loose fitting pants and a green T-shirt. I headed out to the library, to search for the book that Margot Had been talking about. “the book will find you” she said, “you don’t have much time heir of Quillon” she said, she was starting to annoy me and get on my nerves a lot, who the fuck was Quillon anyway?, I had walked all the way to the back of the library at this point and I whipped my head around when I heard a thud about two shelves back, I traced the sound and saw a large tome on the floor, picking it up I saw that it had no title whatsoever, “what are the odds?” I murmured and slid to the floor as I opened the boo

she says and hangs up. I walk to the window, looking out. I put my forehead against the glass of the window as I let out a heavy sigh. “Aww, I see it’s a hard life turning down poor maids left and right,” Sloan laughs faintly. I spin around quickly to see that I am not imagining things. Sloan is finally awake.

It was just that she couldn't find a bookmark earlier, and grabbing around. "No... no, it's not like that." She stammered an explanation, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. "It's because... because this book is too thick, and I couldn't find a bookmark, and it just happened... happened that this card is quite stiff..." The more she explained, the messier it got, practically digging herself a deeper hole. William chuckled softly, a low, pleased sound resonating in his chest. He didn't continue to tease her. Instead, he slipped the card back into the book, but the position had changed—it was now marking the most brilliant page of her notes.

He felt inside it. He glanced at Lisa—her cheeks flushed, eyes softened, hair catching the light—and felt something fierce rise in him, something that didn’t belong in stories about survival but in those rare ones about contentment earned the hard way. “You know,” he said, “this might sound… boring.” “What?” “Us. Here. This.” Lisa tilted her head. “Boring? Why?” “Because nothing’s on fire.” She laughed. “We’ve had enough fire for a lifetime.” He nodded. “Exactly. I like quiet.”

The part that still believed we weren’t done. ••••••••• We're nearing the end of this book 🥺

“I thought this was a ritual or something, Zane! Now we’re after a book?” Zane shrugged, looking back. “I don’t know these things by heart. We better hope it’s in the book.” “What book?!” Callum and I snapped. Zane pursed his lips, “I know what it looks like, just not the name.” I felt us both droop. This guy…is useless.