Walking Disaster Book Novels & Stories

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

"That's because they have a good PR machine. Rumour has it Iris' death was an accident, a terrible case of wrong place, wrong time and the hit was really meant for Austin. Another rival casino group. Anyway, they were supposed to travel together to some wedding cake tasting—or was it a final dress fitting? I can't remember now. But at the very last minute, Austin decided he'd meet Iris there, and she took his car and driver. While waiting for a traffic light to turn green, two bikers dressed in all black pulled up on both sides of the car and sprayed it with bullets. It was like the stuff movies are made of. The whole thing was over in under thirty seconds, and the bikers vanished like they

Will said while walking holding Zia's hand He reached the library "Everyone, leave!" he ordered and everyone in the library left without a word He walked to the secret wall and opened the path Zia is so confused about what's happening Zia finally entered a room with a book in the middle. The whole room looked so antique "This is a book which has all the secrets of this world and about Wall of death, Every single thing but not one in this world ever succeeded in opening it till now" Zia wrote "Why" on her book and showed it to him

" Were the words Lovren spoke I didn't understand why I had a faint feeling we were endangered and I couldn't speak, I froze in my steps and in what felt like a minute of silence I gasped for air and then it happened, loud noises heard, and everything was in turned over in a matter of seconds. Was this how this world works? Everything was going to be over if we didn't pick ourselves up but we couldn't, my eyes were closing and I could barely see who it was at the other end but someone was coming. What purpose does the person have to have caused this accident? That was only a mystery in the books, there was no time to save it. Our advantage was gone and now we were at a disadvantage

I apologized but he said nothing. I quickly walked into his library and I was amazed at how things are arranged in there... I walked along the walkway and I used my hand to brush through the book taking a glance at them. Then one book caught my attention.. It is titled 'The last survivors by King Jaywon' and there was a stain of blood in the picture... It is gonna be really horrific. I walked to where a reading table was placed and I placed the book on it. And I then proceeded to clean the Library.. There is even a fireplace and I am imagining how beautiful it will look reading beside the fireplace on a cold night. When I was done taking care of the library. I checked the time and it was fif

--- 10:03 AM – Swamped Lot, South End Water still collected under the bridge, not deep but cloudy. Mud here was sticky, refusing to let go of the soles of their boots. A boy pointed at a submerged cabinet. "There were books inside. Kuya said they float." Elira squatted beside him. "Some do. Some resist." Caelan delivered a plastic crate. "Dry what we can. Stories get second chances as well." Half the books were salvaged by noon—wrinkled from water but in one piece. Volunteers giggled over damp covers, coming up with new titles. The Mysterious Case of the Mushy Notebook.

“I am. Don’t worry about me—I’m a werewolf, Diego. You don’t have to treat me like glass.” Her defiance made me smile despite myself. She had always been fire disguised in silk. “And you?” she asked, tilting her head up at me. Her eyes caught the faint candlelight, glinting like liquid amber. “Are you okay? After everything?” I hesitated, then nodded. “I’m alive. I heal. But the moment you woke, I felt it. That’s why I came.” Her hand lifted, brushing the side of my jaw where faint bruises still lingered. Her touch burned hotter than any scar. I leaned into it for half a second before pulling away, because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to leave.

Actually, the weather seems to be getting increasingly unpredictable. Dark weather makes her uneasy as it is. The one memory that still haunts her is that time she spent during the hurricane. Young Sera got caught in this storm walking back from the bus stop. Her high school had a problem with closing unless there was a state of emergency. She still remembers how the winds whipped her hair around and stray garbage cans rolled past as the rain drenched her clothes. She made it to her street just as the storm peeked. A tree dropped in front of her, cutting her off halfway down the dead-end street. To this day, she can remember the way the Earth quaked under her feet and the crunch of glass whe

But before I could speak— A loud explosion erupted inside the bookstore. Glass shattered everywhere. People screamed. Firefighters shouted. And everyone instinctively ducked. My heart nearly stopped. Because suddenly one terrifying truth became clear. This wasn’t over. Not even close. Whoever was behind all this had just declared war. And somehow, I knew the worst was still coming.

TRAGEDY I At the front desk of the King’s Motel, Mike Williams read a newspaper, absorbing further second-hand details of the quake’s impact along with all of the latest sports updates. The maid came in to work as usual but shrank away from cleaning one of the rooms. The guest there had screamed at her like a lunatic, she claimed. Annoyed, Mike dropped the newspaper and stood up. Since the maid couldn’t be bothered to do her job today, it fell on his shoulders.