Punished Book Novels & Stories

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh. The pain cut straight through to my soul. I screamed without thinking, trying to scare them off. "Get back! Don't touch me! Get away!" But no one could hear me. My hands passed through their bodies every time I tried to shove them. All I could do was watch as those animals turned my flesh into a feast—tearing, gnawing, reducing me to something unrecognizable. I remembered my father, after hearing of Matthew's death, pointing a finger at my face—every word a poison-tipped dagger. "Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!"

Glaring, I declared, "Right now, I'm torn between being a civilised man, and shoving a bullet to your head or strangling you with my own two hands." She took a step back, but her stature remained strong. "Ros is just a girl caught up in her emotions, so much that she refuses to acknowledge the damage she’s done.” “Okay, I’m going to stop you there,” Paulina interrupted. “First of all, you don’t know Ros. She is not some girl who was manipulated into doing this damage. Being with Luciano was the bravest thing she’s done because she wanted to do it, not because a man shoved his hands into her pants.”

He faltered before retaliating with a flurry of punches, trying to show off his raw strength. "Didn't expect me to be so fast, huh?" I taunted at his failed attempts, landing one forceful punch on his nose. What a satisfying crack that was. Staggering back, he unleashed a barrage of cuss words, giving me a few seconds of reprieve to check if Penny was okay.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

My hips bucked as I sunk deeper into the mattress. "You're not tapping out?" He asked seriously as he walked over to me "Ahh!" I moaned loudly my back arching from the bed then I felt the vibrator stopped. He unbuckled the restraints and I couldn't move. My body has ran down yet I want him to fuck me. He hasn't done it since he claims punishment comes first then pleasure. He carefully took out the vibrator then kissed my sweaty forehead.

The whole book went bad and I couldn’t save it. The book got me angry because I couldn’t read a thing from that book. Even the title went bad and was not readable. I felt really angry. I went crazy. There was an energy in me that was awoken. I tried to fight back, but the bullies hurt me even more. They battered my face and the harder I try, the more beaten I receive. The pain and kicks were getting more worse. I knew I shouldn’t fight back. See? But my book. How could they hurt my books!

I hereby proclaimed as a Leader with codename Gideon of the Zone of Forest Survival that those who infringed any of the mentioned rules have to face four of these punishments for the Minor Regulations and the Laws of Crucial Correctness: detention for one month; run 25 times to the whole Zone; to be in the Game for five days; expelled for five weeks at the Zone; and the exceptional punishment from the four of them, banished forever for breaking three or more Minor Regulations. After reading almost half of the book's content, I stared at Sorcha. It's good that my brain can accept every word I read before. "It's yours now." When she noticed she lacked something to say, she chuckled. "Le

The woman, still holding the boy, said. “No one is forcing you to buy my books,” I bluntly said, fed up that she was starting to make it seem like she was doing me a favor or that they all were. I rolled my eyes as they all murmured. I could see the hate on Pamela’s face; clearly, she knows she has lost her job after this whole situation, but who cares? Human suffering is my medicine.

My wolf and conscience punishes me right inside for shifting an undeserved pain to an innocent girl just because I want to deal with my brother, who is also innocent. While in the hospital, Brian and Charleston observe as putting my head down in grief most of the time, they are thinking right now that it's because of what has happened to Mabel not knowing that it's the effect of the internal punishment I'm getting from my wolf. A person's inner wolf always stands for the right, justice no matter how the person is wicked underneath.