Warning Book Novels & Stories

“ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his cigarette on the pavement? I started walking down to the forest nearest to our house which was still very far away. The house was covered on all four sides with woodland. He followed. “ Didn’t they teach you that a werewolf bite is fatal, “ I say looking up at him. “ That they did teach me, Katherine, but I know you’d never kill me, sweetheart, “ he said looking down at me flashing his fangs accidentally. “ How are you so sure? “ I remark “ You’d never do it because you believe that I can be better. You believe that vampires betrayed you, but

Red warning symbols flickered across the interface for the first time since her transmigration. [CRITICAL STORY FRACTURE DETECTED.] [Hidden Route Activated.] [WARNING: Unauthorized Character Has Entered Main Narrative.]

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Lightning exploded outside. The journal slipped from his hands. Falling open. And across the first page— written in large, hurried handwriting— was a warning. A warning written twenty years ago. A warning nobody was supposed to read. It said: If you're reading this, the island has returned. Run. To Be Continued...

The system gave a sharp, electronic beep, the screen went black for a microsecond, and then the text returned, pulsing even faster than before. ⁠WARNING. WARNING. WARNING.⁠ "It's looping," Elara said, her voice tight with a sudden, rising panic. She leaned over the counter, her eyes reflecting the aggressive, flashing amber text. "Why is it just saying warning? Is it encrypted? Or is there a physical lock on the hardware?"

she asks without taking her attention off the book she was reading. "No - no, they do not look old - old though," I say investigating the books. "Oh innocent Rose , not everything is has it seems. Theses books are just a mere example - in life you will come across many people like this book. They may look pretty , innocent and even handsome but within resides pure evil," she says seriously. "Oh, I just thought - thought that you just kept the books safe and tidy," I say taken back by her analogy. A smile appears on her face after a few seconds , " Oh that too my dear , anyways I will leave you to your reading. Just heed my warning about people in life - not everything is as it seems," and w

We were happy and comfortable, as if we were always meant to be that way. A beep pulled me out of the daydream. I turned around and frowned at the warning flashing across my computer’s screen. I closed the window and went to the laptop. The installation was still in progress and nothing was wrong there. The warning was a message, a flag responding to the triggers I had placed on the inter-pack policing network. I opened the warning, and the case reports appeared. Armageddon, the leader of our organization sent me a message. Search for more incidents like this. Debrief by the end of the week.

I had clearly read this whole page and no where was there a warning section. Warning failure to drink concoction will lead to weakness and immobility. Warning effects are permeant and can't be reversed. Warning do not create if you are connected to other souls. "What happens if I'm connected to other souls?" I asked as I narrowed my eyes at the book before looking up at him. I wish I could make him burn up in flames. He tricked me and he deserved to suffer. I could feel my face heat up from just thinking about Blake and my ignorance.

"Angelic brother and sister-in-law. Their kindness puts us all to shame, while that capitalist is worse than an animal." "We can't let good people suffer." At the end of the post, a so-called "good Samaritan" even posted Abby's bank account info, full name, and the bank's address. Below it, the comments were all thanking the "good Samaritan." Diana was visibly upset and asked, "Ms. Jonson, should I reach out and have this taken down? We can issue a statement to clear things up." I kept scrolling through the increasingly vicious comments, then shook my head. "No. Leave it. This is way too entertaining."

b) Takeaway: Additional roasting by the author if you do not read the warnings and bitch about the story when you’ve been warned it’s not a regular werewolf CEO romance story. Thank you for reading with Cloudy Burger, don’t forget to leave your review! uwu