Nothingness Book Novels & Stories

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

I walked around and saw all the books that were on the bookshelves. Everything is organized in alphabetic order, and each stack was organized into different genres. How can someone be so organized? I picked up a book that caught my attention and went to Aaron’s desk. I know that this is all wrong, and if Aaron finds out, he is going to kill me, but I couldn't resist all these books. I wore his jacket, and his scent covered me and made me more relaxed. Why does he make me feel this way? As much as I am scared when I am around him, he still manages to make me feel something I have never felt before. God, what is he doing to me? I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket.

Sluggishly walking to the front door, I opened the door and was surprised to see something unimaginable; The living room wasn’t there and everything on the other side of the entrance was filled with clouds and nothing more. “What is happening! Huh? Am I sleeping right now? Am I dead? Did I accidentally fallen asleep while driving and crashed my car? Is this heaven?!” “Eh where did the door go?!” I started to explore this space aimlessly, as I was still unsure of what my current situation is I continued to wander around this cloud-filled space. I thought that maybe I was inside a dream and was just imagining all of this. As I was walking, for a while now I noticed that there is nothing here b

Let's stick to what we were doing —he turns his attention back to his book. —Who are you to tell me what to do or comment on what I read? —Just the only person you talk to like this, who knows you have to keep up appearances around here. You never know if there's a snitch nearby who'll hear your language and spread it around the school —he says without even looking up from his book. Honestly, he's right. —Just because I have what I have doesn't mean I have to read books on manipulation —I say, changing the subject—, or how to torture people —because I already know how, and honestly, I probably deserve the death penalty for my crimes, which are not innocent at all.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The ancient despair washed across creation like a relentless, suffocating tide, drowning the instinct to survive. Aurora staggered, her silver aura flickering like a dying candle. The Architect dropped heavily to one knee, her complex mathematical frameworks shattering into static. Elias struggled to draw breath, and even the luminous heart of the Source trembled. Nihilus wasn't launching an assault. He wasn't wielding cosmic fire or shattering dimensions with raw force. His mere existence was enough to unravel the tapestry of life. He was the First Ending—the ultimate belief that nothing mattered, the absolute certainty that every single story should end before it even had a chance to begin

Phil still accepted his parent's gift and hugged them, tired from the party Phil excused himself and made his way to his room. Entering his room, Phil found it strange since his bedroom window was wide open, the wind blowing through the curtains, he walked and closed the window and saw a strange package on top of his bed. A rectangular package covered by brown paper and red twine holding it, Phil furrowed his brows and checked his room to see if something was stolen but saw that nothing was touched. Curious Phil opened the package and in it was an old book. The book was bound by leather and it has an image of a compass, a crescent moon covering one side, and a Greek ship at the bottom, on th

"Zachary, you're a doctor. Her wound is barely a scratch. You seriously can't tell whether she really wanted to die? Did the package have our address on it? Did it have our names?" Zachary frowned. "No, but—" "Then there must be surveillance cameras near her home, right? That dead rat—why don't you check how it got there? "And that handwriting on the note—do normal people write like that? It's obvious someone wrote it with their non-dominant hand. Who do you think that might be?" I let out a cold laugh. "How ridiculous. One of you is a firefighter, the other a doctor. You've been with her for days, and you still don't know what's going on. Instead, you come to harass two women who just had m

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

Third Person POV The week crawled by like a heavy fog that refused to lift. Between the chaos of deadlines, audits, and stress from Universal Airlines’ class action suite, Sienna was drained. Her brother Stephen and Carmen were constantly at her home, but it doesn’t matter because she stayed buried in work at the office, trying to keep up with Knox’s absence.