Novel About Holocaust Novels & Stories

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

“You know what I’m reading, of course you do.” “I haven’t researched it as I stalked you on camera if that’s what you’re referring to.” Max smiled. “It’s a novel about a woman who rescued thousands of children by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto in World War II.” “Sounds heroic,” Max said. “I’ve just started, seems good so far.” Abby paused. Max seemed different, more reserved if it was possible. Reserved and distracted. “What’s wrong? Have you heard something?” His eyes shot to hers. “What makes you say that?”

"I've heard you guys go on about this for years. Seems like every now and again, I get another burned-out, blue-belly tough nuts, sitting in that chair, acting as if he could care less about the jag-off he just offed... Some horrific act of humanity that doesn't bother him, yet he can't cope with. However, in your particular case, you were dealing with things before you even got into the job... Right?" She shook her head, pushed away from her desk and walked to the window and laughed. She turned around, hands sarcastically clowning quotation marks with her fingers. "The Devil's Share, that's what it is. They've gotten, or, they'll get what they deserve." She said it in a mocking tone of voic

Mj began to shake her head no and Dante only nodded in response, “Yes baby...the holocaust was an attempt to wipe wolves from the planet, but since Hitler was only working with the Triad he killed humans and wolves alike.” Mj almost blanched as she covered her mouth, “why would the Triad allow him to kill humans I thought they just wanted to kill wolves?” Dante smiled at Mj and stroked her arm gently as he held the book in his hand like a heavy brick. “I suppose they figured if they killed everyone then nobody would ask questions or find out that we existed outside of books and bad storytelling.” Dante tried to hand Mj the book but she jerked away from it like it might actually hurt her, “

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

Entering into a very spacious living room, the old maid eventually slowed down her pace, stopping close to a massive, shiny and completely black piano. "No one would take this job because they are too afraid, no matter how much money it pays," The maid stated matter-of-factly as she gazed at the beautiful work of art that served as a piano, the girl almost immediately starting to feel a little bit wary herself at the mere hearing of her peculiar words. What is that even supposed to mean? "Why would they be afraid?" She immediately questioned, unconsciously also taking a defensive step back.

Or maybe he had braked before and I was distracted and distrustful, looking everywhere, making sure that no one attacked me from behind, and I didn't look where he stopped. "What?" I asked, and with a gesture with his chin he indicated the dungeons that were to our right. What the…what is this? —Dungeons, here they brought the Jews to be tortured in the holocaust. The Nazis used these tunnels to escape in the war. "And now comes the part where you tell me why the fuck do you think taking a girl on her first date into Nazi tunnels is a good method of courtship?" He laughed at my quip and went on without answering.