The Book Thief Online Novels & Stories

Matteo sighed. “Do you know Durant Ivanov?” “Ivanov. Yes, I do.” “His men have been wreaking havoc in New York. Vitale’s men found the warehouse with all those trafficked girls and women.” I jumped in relief. “That’s great news, right?” Neither Matteo nor Dante responded. “They found those girls dead, all twenty-three of them, cut to pieces, Bella,” Ros said, walking in from the garden. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. What the actual fuck? “This is why everyone hates the Bratva so much. They don’t take revenge lightly.”

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

I walked towards the shelf and squatted. With a click sound, I opened the hidden drawer on the last shelf and dragged out a dusty blue book - The real ancient witch’s book. “You said the book was missing,” Athaliah sneered, impatience rolled off her in bouts. “I set a trap just in case Ithra had other things up her sleeve. I got her in here and dangled the bait in her eyes.” I cleared my throat. “Eventually, she fell for it. But that’s beside the point. I picked up the fake version of the book in the woods on my way from picking herbs. Someone got a little angry at the lack of results and burned a part of it.”

I stepped away from Tyler, clearing my throat and beging for my blood to run down from my cheeks, I could feel how heated they were. ”What's up?” I asked as I went to sit beside her on the couch. Her eyes went between me and her brother as she had a knowing look on her face. She opened up her computer and pressed play on a video. It was her and a few others, in a play of sorts. ”What is this?” I asked her, my voice filled with excitment.

"Hidden love is better than open hate." - Matshona Dhliwayo Arthur's POV After a quiet night infront of the television forced to watch Ryan Gosling desperately trying to love some rich girl who's parents doesn't approve of them, but unlike real life things seem to work out for them. I peek over Lilith to find her fast asleep. People who tend to live separate lives should probably continue doing so. If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work.

she said, her voice steady. The librarian looked at the form, then at Leila. Her face darkened, her lips curling into a frown that could sour milk. "We don’t have that book anymore. It was stolen." Leila raised an eyebrow. “Stolen? From a library?” The librarian nodded, her expression as flat as week-old coffee. “People are like that. No respect for books anymore.” Leila gave a tight-lipped frown, but her mind was racing. Stolen? Someone had come here and taken Yellen’s work. Not just borrowed—stolen. She had to find out why, but not here. Not now.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

Lourdes had caused her to sink even lower than ever before. It was at this time that she’s wishing nothing but to get out of school. When the elevator opened once again, she found herself face to face with Kioven who was talking animatedly with Ms. Lourdes. Her hand shook and the books toppled on the ground with a loud thud. Kioven stopped talking as both of them stared at Hera. He looked at her at first before pouring the book some attention and a frown drew his face. He bent down to get the books, but Hera waved his hands away to get them herself.

I fixed my gaze on the man who had the answers to all of my questions. “Where are we going?” he didn’t answer and went back to the book he was reading, ‘The Book Thief’ certainly not what I expect someone like him to read. Knowing it is useless to ask him, I leaned back into the comfortable chair which is very unlikely in a normal plane. “Where are all the other passengers?” I asked him again when he didn’t answer I pulled the book from his hand that sure got me the attention I was seeking.

He told her retreating form, however not even sparing the old woman a single glance as his attention remained trained on the beauty before him. All silent and completely invisible, the dark shadow watched from a close corner as the two unsuspecting humans intently stared into each other's eyes, the mere sight making it feel so sick and utterly disgusted. That last nightmare it planted within her mind should've been enough to scare her away or -with a little bit of luck- even make her move out. But no, there she was laying in his arms like the fucking sleeping beauty and closer than ever. Fucking whiny little bitch. "Can you walk?" Nicholas gently asked the girl before moving to stand up from