Novel & Cerita The Crushing Book

I hated that sister of his more, because had it not been for her, everything would have been okay and that guy wouldn't have slapped me. Weirdly, the more I regretted everything that happened, the more my crush on him kept on increasing. I didn't even know how that was possible. It had really started to get out of hand. I must stop all these. I couldn't let this crush turn into something else. I must start hating that guy. "Arhhhh!!!" I exclaimed and sighed, frustratingly. "I must hate him, I must make sure that crush fades. I must make sure the memory of him turns to ashes." I chanted.

Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well. My crushing sense of defeat turned into rage, and I pounded the door. "I know you're inside, Harrison! Get out here!" I kept shouting until my throat was strained before the door finally opened ever so slightly. Harrison scowled at me, his gaze making it seem as if I were his mortal enemy. Keeping his voice down, he threatened me, "Are you crazy, Vivian? Must you insist on causing trouble for me? If you insist on keeping this up, we should just—"

SELENA Learn from me. Or destroy everything. I clutched the old book to my chest like it was the last lifeline left in a crumbling world. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the edges stained with the dust of forgotten truths. My fingers trembled around it, but I couldn’t let go not when everything I’d believed in had just shattered before my eyes. The silence in the library was no longer comforting. It thickened around me like fog, heavy with unseen eyes. Watching. Waiting.

It certainly deserves the title of 'best'. Why does Cryx have this? Well, it is a really good book, so why should I be surprised? Eh? "What's this?" I mumbled and put my Aunt's book down. The other book was all read, there were no words written on it to indicate what kind of book it was, all I know was that it was thick. I slowly grasped the book and opened the book. "Holy banana!" I shrieked and threw the book as far as possible. It was a you know what kind of book! I need bleach! Holy water! I want to unsee this madness!

The chains snapped. Elena dove for the book’s spine, fingers prying at the binding. “The counter-contract! Dad’s erasure—it’s in the glue!” She dug, nails splitting, blood mixing with the book’s. The spine cracked, revealing a single red thread, pulsing like a vein. Marco’s voice was a whisper. “Cut it. But it’ll take one of us. The storyteller has to stay.” The book lunged, pages flapping into wings, the cover a maw. It swallowed Jenkins whole, his scream cut off as the pages closed. Lila’s flare gun fired, the light consumed. The book grew, towering, a cathedral of blood and memory.

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If I remembered them truly,if I held every scar, every fear, every laugh,they could walk again beside me. The power settled into my marrow like a second heartbeat. And then, the book crumbled. It just… dissolved. One moment it was there, the next, only a pile of fine gray ash on my desk. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. The world tilted. Darkness rushed in at the edges of my vision. I collapsed to the floor, my head striking wood with a dull thud. The last thing I felt was warmth spreading through my chest in completion. Then, nothing.

The whispers already got me curious. I couldn't figure out what the matter was, but the only thing I could grasps from the whispers was pregnant. I grabbed my textbooks from my locker, pushing back the tiny papers scribbled with insults. I picked one out of many and began moving towards the art room. Mr Collins the literary professor is sure to come to class early today as usual. I ducked my head as I walked, adjusting my glasses. Being a nerd and a dork has always made me an object of bully. The papers seems to be increasing everyday.

Until… I stopped. My fingers froze on the page. No. That wasn’t right. I went back. Checked the previous page. Then forward again. My brows pulled together. I flipped back. Then forward. Again. No. No, no… That didn’t make sense. There was a gap. Not a small one. Days. Missing. Not skipped. Not forgotten. Gone. My grip tightened on the file. I read the date again. Then the next entry. The jump was too clean. Like nothing had happened in between. But something had. Something big.

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.