Novel Frankenstein Novels & Stories

I nodded and chewed my bottom lip before deciding on my first question. “You’ve lived a lot of different lives in a lot of different times and places, is there one, in particular, that was your favourite?” He was quiet for a moment before he responded. “Hmm, Victorian Era. It was the first Industrial Revolution, there was a lot of political and social reform happening, a lot of good literature. Loved Bram Stoker’s Dracula. It was so exceedingly different from the time I was born into, that to me it all seemed like magic. The telephone and the telegram were invented.” he chuckles and a small smile is on his face as he talks, recalling different things. “Oh also Frankenstein is a favourite boo

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

One is titled ENCHANTED and the other is titled WOLVIRE, both appear to be writings from someone named VNB. Venus randomly flips through the pages of the two novels and then believes that they must also be fiction novels. It is looks interesting. Venus would only try to turn the book back to the first page to read it, when the sound of footsteps could be heard entering the library. Venus stood rigidly, waiting. A man who seems older than Venus stops in the doorway. His eyes gape as he sees Venus standing while carrying an artificial torch. The man carries a weapon similar to a rogue in his right hand.

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time. To tell the truth, I am extremely addicted to werewolf stories. That's why I decided to give a try on writing a book on werewolves. I don't know whether werewolves are real or myth but if it is actually true, I would trade anything in my power to become one without any second thought. Hope you understood my craze for them. And I warn you that English is not my first language and there might be few mistakes/errors in my book. I apologies for them in advance and I highly welcome your reviews of my book. Feel free to share your thoughts.

"Wow that is good, can I take a look at the the novel you're reading please?" Lucas gave Mrs. Collins the novel, she was surprised to see that it all about zombies, and Lucas looks too young to be reading such a novel. Mrs. Collins asked Lucas maybe she can go home with that novel and gave Jackson to return it to him after she finished reading it? Lucas smiled and said no problem. Mrs. Collins left and drive to work when she got to the clinic after settling down in her office she picked up the novel and was about to read it when one of her colleagues walked in Mr. Thomas. Mrs. Collins was about to get mad at him for not knocking before banging into her office but Mr. Thomas, cut into her wor

He filled me in on everything about the new book he was reading, and I told him everything that was going on at the Academy. “So, are you sure about what her intentions are now?” Franklin asked, speaking about my mother. Coincidentally, Zion sent a text at that time. “Okay, she was just there for a courtesy visit.” I said, and he nodded. Later on, while Franklin worked in the backyard, I was focused on the book about beasts. The faster I find a cure for Franklin, the better it is for us, I guess. I was reading about the several cures for each category of beasts, and they were all gory.

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.